Lazy traveling blog post time, in which I reveal myself as a bit of a mama’s boy. If I understand that term correctly.
Sarah’s a damned good cook, but she can’t make this (mostly because of its heavy use of eggs, to which she is deadly allergic). I’m pretty sure she’s come to terms with the fact that this is the one meal I just can’t get enough of. Specifically, my mother’s chicken and noodles. I could eat this for days on end (and when I come home for a visit, I do).
Thick, lumpy egg noodles, chicken, and broth over mashed potatoes. A yeasty bread roll to sop up the extra juice is nice, but not necessary. Add pepper and salt to your taste.
Weirdly, it’s almost even better the second day, after the chicken broth has had some time to congeal. It microwaves up quite a bit thicker, and oh so tasty. The photo above doesn’t begin to do it justice.
Anyway, I’m here in Kansas, working away on various tasks. My plans are loose; I’ll probably go fishing tomorrow night. I’m planning to start the drive out to Columbus on Wednesday afternoon, hoping to shave enough time off the 12 hour drive so that I arrive at a reasonably early hour on Thursday. Half way puts me in the middle of Indiana when I stop for the night, which is cool. I’ve never been to Indiana or Columbus. Hopefully it’ll make for some pretty scenery.
Tags: chicken and noodles, food, home, kansas
