I Tried To Do A Cartwheel.....

Feeling energetic and, for me, more than a little ambitious, I decided to fix homemade chicken tortilla soup for my daughter and her family. The whole chicken was cooked to perfect tenderness. I let it cool, then picked the meat off the bones. I added chicken broth, sauteed onion, a can of Roi Tel tomatoes and a cup of corn and simmered. This was packed safely in my car for delivery as well as the tortilla chips and grated cheese that were to be added upon serving. I had read in a random recipe that a can of black beans would be an authentic addition so I added that and left the juice in for extra flavor. Once delivered I left for home to avoid a nasty approaching storm.

The next day J called and I waited for comments from her about the soup. I had fixed it multiple times and had always gotten rave reviews. No comment was forthcoming so I finally felt compelled to ask if they had enjoyed the soup. There was an elephant sized pause and then she said ' well, M ate two whole bowls!'. Since M will eat anything, anything at all, I felt a little anxiety creep into my stomach. I have to ask "did no on else like my soup? Was there something wrong with it?" To which J said 'Mother you should have drained the black beans because it turned the soup an unappetizing gray color. But' she continues, 'it had a good flavor if you ate with your eyes closed.' Now there's a daughter that REALLY loves her Mommo.