However, smelling the steam is about all Bruce and I will allow ourselves. Both Mama and Becky came down with bad colds right after Christmas, and I promised them chicken soup. I doled out two tiny bowls of it to "test" (which Bruce and I guzzled down in no time flat) and then clamped down the lid so I wouldn't be tempted to sample it again. We'll divide it into two containers and bring it to one of the invalids tomorrow and the other on Thursday.
My only regret is that this recipe made such a small amount. Note to self: next time double it!