Spot what's missing

[desperance]

I am already famous for my hopeless memory. If I'm building a dish of many components, it's standard for me to forget to add one or more; if I'm serving a banquet in someone else's house, I'll often forget a whole course. I've come almost to expect the slightly plaintive phone-call next day, "Chaz, what exactly are we supposed to do with the octopus...?"

Today, in my ongoing struggle with not-being-entirely-well, I thought chicken and noodle soup would be the thing for lunch. It all got a bit complicated in the kitchen, what with two pans and the soup-bowl all needing different things thrown in at different times. No surprise, then, that I forgot a couple of ingredients.

Have you figured out what they were yet?

Yup. The chicken, and the noodles.

Comments

[affreca.livejournal.com]

Call me a heretic, but being sick is the reason humans invented canned chicken noodle soup. Open can, add water, make toast, share with the cat and eat. It's all I'm capable of when sick.

Hope you feel better soon.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

You're a heretic. But thank you for the wishes. And all cats everywhere thank you too, for your very proper attitude to sharing. (Does yours share the toast too? Barry is a demon for baked goods of all sorts...)