Yesterday I slaved over frozen chicken and crock pot. I de-boned and shredded my chicken late in the night so as to prepare a hearty soup for the next day. Today I enlisted help to make said hearty soup. Justin donned his apron and chef's hat and got to mixing dough, cutting carrots, and rolling out noodles. The soup was bubbling and smelling delicious. I ladled out a portion to bring to another family and thought for a minute, Geez, I hope that's enough. It didn't seem to have a much volume as I had hoped. I delivered the meal and returned home to the yummy smell of my homemade chicken noodle soup.