Today I got a hankering for vegetable soup. The only soup Bobert will eat is canned tomato soup. He never eats leftovers, and I was getting tired of throwing away what I see as good food. Since its been a good while since I fixed a healthy pot of veggie soup, I decided to dig around in my refrigerator to see what I might have to get started with. There was plenty. I make my own chicken stock. Each week I broil a family pack of chicken for Izzy. I place the chicken in a deep roasting pan, and I slowly broil it for about 1 to 1&1/2 hours. I did say slowly. When I remove the chicken there is generally a couple cups of juice left over, which I pour off into a 2 cup glass measuring cup to chill in the refrigerator. The next day I run a knife around the glass edge of the measuring cup. This allows me to pop the chicken fat off the top in one piece, which I can then wrap in old plastic grocery bags to keep it from getting all stinky in my trash can. My end product yields about a cup of good gelatinous stock. So today I dug around in my freezer and pulled out about 8 cups of this stock. Bobert wasn't too happy with what I was fixing, and immediately asked me what was in all the little ziplock bags. I told him, and he said, "Oooo, why do you do that, you can buy broth in a box now Grams". So I explained that the stuff in the boxes is called broth, not stock, and of course he said, "Same thing Grams". No wonder this young man has no desire to do anything other than the required necessities of life. He doesn't have enough energy to motivate anything else. He does eat better than when he first got here over a year ago, but I can now see that reeducating him is going to be a looooong struggle. But I now have my soup, and enough for two more dinners.