Namine is definitely getting better, but she’s still not 100% yet. So I made her some chicken noodle soup.

I don’t have a whole lot of experience with making soup that doesn’t come in a can. If you can’t just heat it up in the microwave, chances are good that I’m going to mess it up. But Jessica was laying down because she wasn’t feeling to great either, so I was left to my own devices.

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When she asks for an ice pack to put on her forehead, you know it's time for some soup.

We didn’t have any canned soup, so I had to figure something out on my own. We didn’t have any chicken either. But I found this chicken powder thing in the cupboard, so I boiled some water and mixed a couple tablespoons in.

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Making noodles is the one part of this which I was comfortable with. My family may joke (and with good reason) that I burn water, but spaghetti I can do.

I’m not a big fan of chicken noodle soup, but even I know that you want some vegetables in with the chicken and noodles. It was bad enough that there were no pieces of chicken. A search through the fridge revealed no carrots, but I did find some celery. So I cut up a small stalk and put it in the chicken water along with the noodles.

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This isn’t your normal food blog (especially since I’m only now learning about stuff that my wife learned when she was Namine’s age). I’m certainly not a great cook; as I’ve mentioned, I’m only starting to learn my way around the kitchen. But I do enjoy chronicling my experiences as I learn more about how to make food that doesn’t come with a cellophane wrapping.

Namine is not a terribly picky eater (most days). She’ll eat pretty much anything we put in front of her. Still, I’m happy to say that she loved my thrown-together soup, and she seemed to perk up a bit afterwards.