Tag: food

  • The Nose Knows #2

    By Tracy Schruder

    Can we actually time food preparation with our nose? Knowing when something is finished baking or cooking by smell alone is a wonderful talent to possess. My mom taught me how to bake and cook in this manner. “The nose knows” she used to say.

    I remember times when the crackle of the wood blazing in the cook stove meant that there were some wonderful aromas to follow. When mom stoked the stove that full, it meant there was going to be some good old-fashioned baking (from scratch) happening in the house.

    We didn’t have a timer for the cook stove oven, but it did have a temperature gauge on the front of it. Mom never needed a timer for baking and cooking. She would sniff the air and say “not yet.”

    I enjoyed watching her prepare the pies, cakes, and cookies. Sometimes she would let us kids help. As we got older, she opened up more and shared her secrets with us. She would let us prepare it on our own.

    She’d be sporting the “frady eye” if we dare take it out of the oven too early. She taught us about the difference in aroma between an almost-baked and a completely baked good. In most cases, the differences were subtle, but when cooking a roast beef or chicken, the differences were more noticeable.

    I use a timer, but not out of necessity because I can tell by the smell when something’s finished. However, I’m a busy lady, and sometimes I need a little reminder. I enjoy impressing dinner guests with my nosy skill. It never fails me.

  • Chicken Soup For The Bowl

    Homemade chicken soup

    By Tracy Schruder

    I’m a huge fan of chicken soup, but only if it’s homemade. Store-bought just can’t compare to the rich flavors and nutrients that come from a lovingly prepared pot of homemade goodness. My mom made the best homemade chicken soup I’ve ever tasted. I have tried, on several occasions, to emulate the flavour but a main ingredient is always missing. That ingredient is her. I believe we miss that most, when people pass away. No one can ever cook the same as mom did because they are not her. She, herself, was her own secret ingredient.

    A Hearty and Nourishing Tradition
    Mom’s soup was a staple in our household, always chock-full of fresh vegetables and leftover chicken boiled off the bone. Always boiled off the bone because that broth was essential to the soup. It was a meal in itself, and on cold winter days, it was the perfect comfort food to warm us up on our lunchtime trip home from school. As my grandfather used to say, it “warmed up your inners” like nothing else could.

    More Than Just a Meal
    But mom’s soup was more than just a meal; it had a way of opening hearts and drying away tears. On tough days, her soup came with hugs and gentle, tear-wiping gestures from her apron. It was a reminder that sometimes, all we need is a little comfort and love to get us through. She would serve it not only to us kids but her dad and brother would drop in for a bowl every once in a while. They would come over on their lunch break the odd day. She enjoyed it when this happened because she always got to catch up with them. Oh, and certainly, over a piping hot bowl of her soup, they would confide in her and receive her loving comfort and advice, as well.

    Love and Comfort
    As I grew older, I began to appreciate the love and care that went into every pot of mom’s homemade chicken soup. Each time I make a batch, I’m reminded of her and the comfort she brought to our family. I used to joke that Jack had the “soup for the soul,” but mom had the “better soup for the bowl.” Little did I know, Jack might have been right – chicken soup is indeed for the soul…

    A Tribute to Mom’s Love
    I started writing this blog post with the intention of sharing my many chicken soup recipes, but it morphed into something more. As I reflected on mom’s homemade chicken soup, I couldn’t help but share my feelings and the memories that came flooding back. It’s a testament to the power of food to evoke emotions, create connections, and transcend time. Mom’s homemade chicken soup, a gift of your love and comfort. As my soup brews in the pot, I breathe in the pleasant aroma and enjoy warm memories of my mom’s chicken soup for the bowl.

    Thank you for reading 😊🙏