My mother makes the best chicken soup around. The real, homemade kind with a stock made from bones, full of skinny egg noodles, fresh herbs and matzah balls. The good, Jewish penicillin stuff. I never even attempted to make my own, knowing she does it best…until yesterday’s storm hit. The snowy day called for a good bowl of it, and there was no way I was leaving the house to pick up all the ingredients. My next best bet? A little shortcut.
I pulled together Continue reading