Clean the Fridge Chicken Soup!

A cold December day and it was time to kill two birds with one stone...make chicken soup and do a proper cleaning of the fridge. These things could be done separately but it's more fun to do it simultaneously. By the time the fridge is clean- lunch will be ready!
Started with a big soup pot of water and 3 cubes of chicken bouillon. Added in onion, garlic and bay leaves. While the heat made the little pot creak and boil up it was time to get creative.
Holiday food and food that got bypassed by holiday food was stacking up and causing chaos in my fridge. Half a rotisserie chicken got bypassed for holiday ham. I got to work stripping the bird and putting MOST of the chicken in the soup. Some of the chicken got put into a little container to make a last meal with the rest of the holiday food- namely mashed potatoes, potato salad and cranberry relish. There was just enough to condense that stuff into a small unit for dinner tonight.
*Tonights dinner ✔
Next a bunch of steamed vegetables I made as a side did not get touched. Everyone wanted my green bean casserole...which is pretty damn good (and gone!). All the vegetables went into the soup. Then it was looking around in the crisper- no one was eating salads and vegetables with cakes and cupcakes around.

I found some mushrooms and tomatoes that wanted to be in my soup. Also a can of Campbell's soup with noodles I attempted to eat but couldn't because its just NOT HOMEMADE SOUP. I put that in the soup too. Im all about NO FOOD WASTE and yes, repurposing food.
Now that everything was in the pot doing its soup magic I returned to the task at hand with a hot soapy sponge and some paper towels.
Shelf by shelf got cleared, scrubbed, dried and put in order. I discovered a pickle jar volcano had at one point erupted and also broken shards of an exploded Topo Chico bottle were waiting for me at the bottom.
5 jars of salsa, really? I tossed a jar of Mrs. Renfros salsa into the soup for spiciness. Because I can and because it sucked as stand alone salsa. Three half full jars of pickles got turned into ONE. Gravies from Thanksgiving got put in their gravy graves and I think Im the proud new owner of 15 jars I need to wash and stow away.
We wont talk about the salad dressing army because their ranks are numerous and varied.

We will talk about the TREASURE I unearthed- a bottle of Prosecco and a bottle of white- just in time for NYE! It was worth scrubbing hardened pickle juice just to find them!
Now the fridge is cleaned and sorted. There's even room for the soup I just made and am about to eat!
*Fridge Makeover ✔
*Soup for days Complete ✔
*NYE treats unearthed ✔

Comments

Jim Rockford was keeping me broke

Ah Rockford files, a comfortable and silly way to unwind after work. Yes, I am completely aware that I've turned into my Dad and watching Dad shows totally cements that theory. I had to start looking at the handsome James Garner in a new light though... He was a rich and famous star in his time and every evening spent curled up watching Rockford Files was an evening a painting wasn't getting worked on. No painting, no art show material. No painting, no galleries. No painting, no money. Would James Garner be watching TV every evening in a tired drowsy ball and not getting stuff done? Probably not. So I pulled myself away from TV land in the evenings and devoted at least a little time in the mornings as well. Even if it's just ten minutes. Even if you are just filling in all the blacks, blues or whatever... It is progress. Something is better than nothing. I'm proud to say this little habit tweak has totally kicked my butt into gear and I'm producing at a rate I'

How I had the best art year

This was the year I got rejection letters from every open call I applied to. Granted, it wasn't very many I applied to because I am very picky about what I sign up for AND I am also very jaded about these things of late. However, this was my best art year to date and I kinda love that it was all rejection notices this year and I STILL HAD THE BEST ART YEAR EVER. Takeaway: Today's open calls are very "agenda based" and the jurors they choose to judge have their agendas. Some want more millennials and younger artists and shun the older artists, some want you to tackle race, gender identity, politics, feminist, pro this or that.... And my art does not. I'm going to stick by my "Nature is more important than most bullshit" stance till I die because the very atom of life and Nature is more important in my eyes than most of the stuff humans do to feel more important than another group. But I digress! I did not get into the velvet rope clubs and it was gre

The Backstory- cliff notes edition

Skip navigation little backstory I was totally working for myself as an artist and you know what? It was HARD! Harder than hard and harder than any job ever. But it was the most rewarding experience and I learned so much about so many things and I want to share that knowledge with you guys... My VIP art club. I didn't get a fair shake from the very beginning of my art career. I suffered a back injury at my "muggle" job which required a lot of physical therapy to get over and which I will have with me forever now. It was actually the impetus for me to quit my job and start being an artist! So I turned my bad luck into fuel for my fire. I saved 5k (painstakingly while enduring all the BS at a terrible job) and then I made the leap. I was so excited and optimistic about working for myself! I had sold little pieces here and there and was sure it was only upwards from there. 2 weeks into my freedom- my Dad died unexpectedly. What came next was indescribable DEPRESSION and a

Art Plunge

Search This Blog