Not exactly tonight's dinner, but...

Signora V. is a bit under the weather, so I'm making her old-fashioned chicken soup from scratch. Yep - Jewish penicillin.

Into the giant stock pot went a whole chicken (cut up), an additional pound of chicken feet, celery, carrots, onion, garlic, fresh dill, peppercorns, salt, bay leaves and, of course, water. Pretty close to what my grandmothers used to make back in the day.

Gonna take at least four hours so I'll be burning the midnight oil tonight.

Should be ready by tomorrow.


Signor V.

"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."