Get out your crockpot, and if you don’t like scrubbing the crockpot after the soup has cooked, add a crockpot liner (a wonderful invention). Add a whole chicken, or if you prefer white meat only, add enough chicken breasts (with our without skin…according to your own dietary needs) for the people who will be eating the meal. Add enough cubed potatoes, carrots, celery, onion, and other vegetables of your choice (I like to add fresh green beans). Add spices to taste. Add enough liquid to cover your chicken, and then some more, for the amount of soup broth you desire, whether it be water with cubes of broth, canned/boxed chicken or vegetable broth, or another broth form of your choice. As an alternative, I often add small bow tie pasta noodles or small shell pasta noodles to the soup (bow tie noodles shown below), instead of potatoes, .

Set the crockpot timer, and there you go! When you arrive home from work, the aroma of food for the soul will fill your kitchen. Your chicken soup will be ready to eat (other than possibly shredding/cutting the chicken).

Serve with rolls, biscuits or bread. Adding matzoh balls or dumplings to the soup is also a great idea, if you have the time when you get home, if not, not to worry, the soup itself is more than enough, and a healthy meal, in addition.

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Having extreme cramping and pain is the understatement…I was in agony. From chills to nausea, actually throwing up and having intestinal spasms and cramps, it was an awful ordeal.

When I finally went into bed, after spending hours back and forth to the bathroom, I piled the blankets on top of me, and I still had the chills. I was freezing. I had a low grade body temperature of 96 degrees. It took me two hours to get warm. When I last looked at the clock, it was 4:55 a.m. I had about three hours sleep.

I haven’t been able to eat much today, my body is telling me not to eat anything heavy. I have been drinking a lot of water, though, so I don’t get dehydrated.

I actually enjoyed the food at the restaurant, too, but don’t think I will return there.

I am off to bed now, and it is only 10:15 p.m. I’m exhausted.

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I am posting a photograph in honor of my mother, Fran, who did have breast cancer at the age of 81, had a full mastectomy, including lymph nodes, survived breast cancer (for four years after her surgery), overcoming all the odds. She passed away November 11, 2004, but not from breast cancer.
~~Lorri M.