Who Knew?

I have only made chicken soup once.
At that time I did not have noodles so I just threw whatever into the pot.
And then bought noodles for the next time that I decided to make chicken soup.
Needless to say time has flown and it has been two years since purchasing the noodles but they should still be good right?????
I had two chicken carcasses so I boiled them to get the meat off the bones.
Poured the chicken broth into the slow cooker.
Added the frozen vegetable soup mix.
Tear up pieces of chicken and throw into the pot.
Open bag of noodles and……
Ooooops.
What was meant to be slightly over 1/4 bag ended up as 3/4 of the bag.
Really what harm could it do?
Turn the slow cooker on low and leave it to do its work.
Several hours later I head over to taste the soup.
Which is no longer soup.
But a mass of sponge like noodles that has absorbed all liquid.
All liquid.
Disappointed I set it off to the side to clean up and try again later.
Monday I came home from work and it had grown in the pot.
Tuesday all I had to do was turn the liner upside down in the bag and out flopped the sad sad attempt at soup.
It was more like some mass of funky weird fish found at the bottom of the sea.
fish
Which is now at the bottom of the garbage bin.
Outside.
Way down at the other end.
So that if they do come to life seeking retribution they will all be stretched out before they even reach me.
©April 29/21
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Fish Optometry

Today on the way to school Tember and I are discussing the need to go and have our eyes checked.
 
Tember dislikes having his eyes checked as ‘they shine bright lights in my eyes mom. And if my eyes changed I would tell you.’
 
Me: Well I know I have to have my fishes checked.
 
We were driving by a local restaurant which had a sign out front: Pickerel Fish Fry
 
And there you have it folks a direct view into the crazy mind of mine. 
 
©Oct. 7/20
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