*Day 5-Homemade Chicken Noodle Soup
Learning the art of making the noodle with my mom finally
- Chicken Broth
- Shredded Chicken
The broth was when I boiled the chicken breasts,and the chicken was a whole chicken my mom baked. This meal I learned to home make her noodles that I had growing up!
When I was a little girl, I could come in from playing or get up in the middle of the night and I could find my mom cutting and dicing something,anything,everything. Cooking, freezing, and baking was going on all day. I do not remember kitchen gadgets,but I do remember her big wooden cutting board. Our home smelled so good 24/7. Well, maybe 24/6 because each Friday evening was steak night out at a fancy restaurant.
I clearly remember a very early kitchen scene. Go back 43 years, I was around 5. Who knows what I had gotten myself in to. Back then the television set,I think that’s what we called it, was only on at night! And I played outside ALL day. I only came in for bread and water. No,just kidding. Maybe I was in to refill my lemonade container. I just remember the sight was beautiful.
My mom, in the kitchen,with hundreds of noodles drying everywhere. Maybe hundreds and hundreds. They were on the back of the chairs and all over the kitchen and dining room. She would let them dry, then pack them up and freeze them.
So, here is the scene and the recipe. The broth is simmering on the stove. The celery,onions,and carrots are in the pot. Smells good already. The chicken is cooling so she can pull the meat off the bone. I walk in to the kitchen and she looks up…. Right at this moment, while I am typing this, What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong is playing and tears come to my eyes. She looked so very hesitant to ask, definitely afraid I would say not right now. Maybe some other time.
Would you be interested in learning how to make the noodles? Would I?! YES!!!! Wow, was she happy! So here goes:
Clean off your kitchen table or counter with plenty of room to roll out dough. A place that you do not mind cutting dough on.
- Three Nice Big Handfuls of All Purpose Flour
- 4 Large Eggs
- A Dash of Baking Powder
- A Small of Glass of Water
- A Rolling Pin
- A Nice Sharp Knife
Throw the flour on the table and pile it up,making a nice pool in the middle for your eggs. Add a dash of baking powder,which I had to ask. What is a dash to you,Mom? Oh, about a 1/4 teaspoon or 1/2 a teaspoon. Break one egg at a time,taking one hand to blend the egg in to your flour. Keep blending all the flour and egg together and if it gets to dry and starting to crumble,add a bit of water. (I did not add water or baking powder) She had the perfect mixture just by throwing it all together on the table. A noodle pro from way back!
Take the dough and sprinkle flour on your table and on the dough. I kept a small bit of flour to the side to add if my rolling pin began to stick. And, I also added flour to the pin to get it going. Oh boy,the rolling and rolling. Ugh. She just kept saying it can be thinner. Thinner. 🙂 Finally, she said I could sprinkle the top of my dough with a “tad” more flour and spread it around. Then I was allowed to roll it gently, and not pressing it so it would all stick together, in to a nice thin long tube.
I took my sharp knife and cut the tube of dough in to thin round pieces that she took right away an unrolled. The long strips started piling nicely up and she tossed them gently in a “tad” more flour to keep them separate.
Then to the simmering pot the noodles went and in went the tore up pieces of chicken. When the noodles were cooked nicely through,our homemade soup was done.
I felt good having memories of mom in the kitchen so long ago with noodles everywhere and being able to finally take time to learn the joy of making her homemade noodles with her.