I was all happy that my second chicken in crockpot ordeal worked out even better than the first one. This time hubby was going to have some real chicken soup, and yes i even made noodles on the side for him.

I get the table ready, we sit down.

Silence.

Unappreciative looks all round (granted I did not expect leaps and bounds from our 3 year old who barely eats anything for dinner as it is).

He takes a shy taste of it and says "weren't you supposed to put a bouillon cube in this?"


"THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE CHICKEN BOUILLON, MADE FROM SCRATCH!"

Arrrrgh.
#paleofail