Green smoothies always scared me. I liked the idea of drinking in so many fruits and vegetables and all their nutritional goodness but I was hesitant (spinach and broccoli juice, anyone?). Living with roommates a couple years ago, I found myself in the presence of a juicing machine. I was excited for this new-to-me kitchen gadget and went on a week long juicing binge, liquefying everything in sight. One particularly ambitious day, I decided to make my very first green smoothie. I juiced, liquefied, pulverized, smashed, squeezed and blended a couple weeks worth of produce into one thick, sludgy green refreshment. I was so proud of myself and envisioning my smoothie as my own godsend creation about to be bequeathed unto the Internet for the benefit of mankind everywhere. Until I took a big gulp. And subsequently spat it out onto the window in front of me. Not quite the green elixir of the vegetable gods I had imagined. Not wanting to waste the $30 in produce I concentrated into a single large glass, I plugged my nose and tipped it down the gullet (by the way, plugging your nose does not prevent you from tasting unpleasant things. We were lied to in childhood). I vowed to never juice anything but fruit ever again. And I was convinced that green juices could never taste good. The mere image of a thick, green smoothie made my stomach churn and brought back memories of simultaneously gagging and gulping the green goop. I had definitely been a little too heavy handed on the cruciferous component. This is not that smoothie.
Soooo I wasn’t planning on doing another crockpot soup recipe so soon, but in a dramatic turn of events, I came down with a wicked cold and sinus infection yesterday. Awesome. It feels like I swallowed a vat of acid and then got hit by a semi. And the timing couldn’t be better. I had to film a tv commercial today. Somehow I manage to drug myself up to resemble a normal human being for a few hours (I’m sure the professional makeup helped a little too…). But anyways, I made it through the day and had a ton of fun! But now I’m back in bed and my cold has caught up to me. So what a better way to nourish a sick soul than a hearty bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup loaded with kale? Since my Mom doesn’t live here to make me soup when I’m sick and there is an absence of a Mister in my life to warm up a can of Campbell’s for me, the soup responsibility fell onto myself. So I took the easy road and threw it all in the crockpot and let it do the work for me. The soup is so yummy I almost wish I got sick more often! Haha Just kidding! I really don’t need an excuse to enjoy a bowl of chicken noodle soup!