Posted on 04/28/2019 5:18:30 PM PDT by vannrox
Credit to Rush Limbaugh who gave me the inspiration to write this. This was inspired by his invaluable writings in his Rush Revere series of children's books . Please enjoy.
A parable is a succinct, didactic story, in prose or verse that illustrates one or more instructive lessons or principles. It differs from a fable in that fables employ animals, plants, inanimate objects, or forces of nature as characters, whereas parables have human characters. A parable is a type of analogy.<
-Wikipedia
This is the story about Moma and her amazing soup.
You see, while everyone else was making chicken soup the "old fashioned way", Moma did things differently. About two hundred years ago, a woman named Moma, came up with a new and radically different way to make soup.
She called her soup "Chicken Soup".
It was a simple name for a simple soup. While other cooks, chefs and cooking experts were calling their soups by regal names, Moma wanted a simple name for the soup.
As well as a simple name for her.
When a reporter asked her what to call her, an expert? A
culinarian? A commis chef, or a chef de cuisine? She just replied, "Just call me a Cook".
As far as the soup went, it was just as simple. She kept it clean and uncomplicated. However, the ingredients had to be well cleaned, they needed to be carefully cut, and the proportions of the ingredients needed to be consistent. There were three major ingredients and they all had to be in perfect balance. Otherwise the soup would fail.
Other people laughed.
They said her "great experiment with chicken soup" would never make it. Even one of her biggest supporters, her brother, said "Heh. Chicken soup... if you can keep it."
The Secret
You see, while everyone else was making chicken soup the "old fashioned way", you know throwing everything into the pot all at once and letting it blend together. Moma did things differently. She only used a limited number of ingredients. Of those ingredients, she would only add celery, carrots, cut up chicken breast and bullion.
That was it.
Nothing else, and no complex preparations or arrangements of food were required.
You see, Moma believed in balance. The celery balanced the carrots. The carrots balanced the chicken, and the chicken balanced the celery. As long as the roles of each item were clear, the soup became balanced and quite tasty.
Everyone else, however, believed that all soups should be representative of all the vegetables available. They threw in potatoes, squash, rutabagas and just about every other vegetable into their soup. These "soup purists" claimed that by doing so they made the soup more delicious. They claimed that the diversity of elements made it better, more improved and healthier.
They even wrote a poem about it.
“Give me your discarded vegetables, your unneeded leaves, Your huddled unusables yearning to be cooked freely, The wretched refuse of your teeming garden. Send these, the tasteless, the foul, the ugly, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden broth.”
― Do-well Good-biddy-body
But Moma would have none of that.
She believed that the best things in life came to those that worked hard and deserved a place at her table. To them, she would give them the best that she could make. She used only the best ingredients, perfectly selected, and cut and simmered under her watchful eye. This is an excerpt. YOu can read the rest HERE.
I would never put bullion in a soup. Bouillon, maybe.
After roasting a chicken (or turkey), I'll put the carcass in a big pot and boil until all the meat came off the bones. Then I'll pull the bones out of the soup and add pretty much every vegetable I had on hand. Celery, onions, garlic, carrots, mushrooms, etc.
I prefer turkeys because I'd roast maybe a 25-pounder on Sunday and that would provide soup for the rest of the week. Never get tired of turkey soup.
The soup is always my favorite part of dealing with turkey leftovers. I, too, use a lot of different vegetables. For the starch, usually egg noodles, but sometimes rice. I might throw in a couple of diced potatoes, too, and some oatmeal makes a very good thickener. Never the same twice, but always good, and even better reheated.
Yes, maybe the thread is being hijacked, but it was a pretty lame parable anyway.
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