This would make a luxurious snack for a Super Bowl party on Feb. 5. Go . . . whomever!
I used to fill our dining room table (sometimes adding a leaf) with appetizers and desserts for our parties. I planned for weeks and cooked for days. Some people thought I was crazy (and maybe I was), but they were sure to come.
I had mushrooms on the verge of… well, whatever mushrooms do when they take a step toward inedible. (Maybe they grow a fungus?) I had wild rice. I had leftover rotisserie chicken in the freezer.
Time for soup.
Doesn’t look like your typical restaurant sweet and sour chicken, does it?