That was the day I frantically ran downstairs, banged on Jonathans door, asked him if he was afraid of lobsters and when he said he wasn’t, begged him to help me put those 2 huge lobsters in the pot because they were freaking me the fuck out.
And although he was under the weather this man, this hero immediately followed me upstairs to handle business for me.
That’s hero with a capital H.
Well as life will have it, turns out Jonathan actually reads my blog.
Maybe it’s all the nice words you guys had to say about him that day or maybe it’s that I’m cute as a button (it’s probably this), but a couple weeks ago, Jonathan asked if we could cook together.
So a few days ago, we did.
You know it’s funny when it comes to cooking with someone in my kitchen, I get really uncomfortable.
Like I don’t really trust people to cook in my kitchen.
It’s like for whatever reason, the responsibility of using my utensils and knowing where to go for what, is something only I can do.
“Uhh…what can you do?”
“Ummm….boil some water?”
*sour look from them
The idea of someone cooking side by side with me, each of us working independently….
I mean…I look at it like pro sports team try-outs.
You’ve first got to convince me beyond a reasonable doubt that you know what you’re doing. Like a court trial.
That you know your way around the fucking kitchen.
That you know what to do when.
Enough evidence of this, then you can start coming to team practices.
This is where I monitor your ability to be a team player.
If you’re too talkative – you’re out.
If you don’t close drawers after you open them – you’re out.
If I have to clean up behind you – you’re out.
If listening to music bothers you while we cook – I will bench you until the team has no choice but to have you in the game.
When I first met Jonathan, we were in his apt and he was sort of showing me around.
Actually wait a min – we first met in the laundry room in the basement, right Jonathan?
And I was sitting on top of the washing machine, bored as fuck because the thing kept showing it had 1 min left to go and that was 20 mins ago.
We made some small talk that I don’t really remember because I’d just smoked some pot and I was in one of those happy highs.
You know how it is..
We exchanged apt #s at the end which led me to being in his apt a few weeks later.
So like I was saying, I stop over and he’s showing me around while I’m mentally comparing his apt layout to mine.
We get to his kitchen and he explains to me that he’d just manually calibrated his oven and was reviewing recipes from The French Laundry Cookbook, debating on whether to use his sous vide machine for dinner that night.
I just nodded at all this but inside I was going oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Like he has a g*ddamn sous vide machine.
What kind of magic is going on in this apt?
I just popped my gum and glared at him.
Nah, I’m kidding.
But I was impressed and told him so.
He was on the team.
Cut to about a year later and he’s putting lobster in boiling water for me, asking if we can cook together.
This is how it starts people, this is how it always starts.
So as our d-day grew closer, the weather grew colder and immediately we knew we were going to make some kind of soup.
We settled on Chicken Noodle Soup not because we were sick or anything, but because it was the right thing to do.
Saturday eventually rolls around, my co-chef comes up bringing homemade chicken broth, a french loaf and the noodles.
But then he reaches back in his bag and surprises me by pulling out foie gras and oxtail paté.
This is one of those things where you know you can’t have a lot of it because it’s so g*ddamn decadent but you immediately want all of it.
So in an effort to get to that moment, we got right down to business.
He pretty much did all the cooking while I angled around him, taking the pictures.
And when the time came to spreading a thick layer of that oxtail foie gras on the french loaf he brought, we both did a happy dance, sliding around my kitchen floor in our thick winter socks.
So if you’re ever having one of those, ‘I don’t have anything to eaaat in my fridge’ moments.
Or have some leftover chicken but don’t know what to really do with it, make this.
It’s such a simple pleasure, why deny yourself?
Chicken Noodle Soup
What I Used.
2 cups Diced Chicken. 10 cups Chicken Broth. 1 ½ cup Diced Carrots. 1 ½ cups Diced Celery (optional – I forgot this). ½ an Onion (finely Chopped). 2 Thai Chili Peppers. Olive Oil. Salt. Pepper.
What I Did.
Like I said, this is a really, really easy soup to make.
Begin by chopping up everything; chicken, carrots, onions…all of it.
Heat 2 tbsp olive oil in a large.
Add in the onions and cook until they begin to turn translucent.
Then add the chopped chicken to the pot and cook under med-high flame, stirring often.
Stir in some salt & pepper.
Cook, stirring frequently, until the chicken is no longer pink.
Now, if you’re using chicken breast, pay attention here, or you’ll run the risk of over cooking it but if you using dark meat, don’t worry about it.
It’s a lot harder to overcook dark meat.
Next, add in the carrots, celery (if you’re using any), Thai peppers and chicken broth.
Give things a good mix then cover.
Cook for 8 – 10 mins or until the carrots are tender.
Taste and adjust seasonings if needed.