Every culture has their chicken soup, whether it be noodle or matzoh ball or rice. In Asia, that chicken soup with rice turns into porridge. Jook, Congee, Lugaw, or Arroz Caldo (what my mother called this gruel) is on the menu after Friendsgiving even if I have no more leftover turkey. I did, however, have two large quart jars of homemade turkey bone broth and two boneless, skinless chicken thighs. When I eat Asian meals, I really like to gnaw on skin and bones, which grosses my husband out, but white boy is now used to it. And so I stopped at the supermarket to pick up chicken wings. In a tablespoon of canola oil, I gently browned and crisped garlic cloves, sliced thinly, which I then removed from the oil and set aside. Into that oil in the same pot, I browned the chicken wings and sprinkled a bit of salt on them.
And I let that bad boy boil furiously and then simmer to break the rice down into starchy deliciousness for an hour and a half. I added the chicken the last 30 minutes of cooking once I saw that the rice was glutinous in texture.
I remained busy during the simmering of the porridge by readying all the accoutrements--chopping scallions, browning chicken skins in the oven, hard boiling eggs, slicing lemons, and setting out fish sauce with the crispy garlic. Cecilia commented that my Arroz Caldo bar was very reminiscent of what goes on top of Pancit Luglug.
And just before serving, I added a few spinach leaves to wilt in the hot brothy rice.Garnish your porridge with all your favorite toppings...
...and feel comforted and nourished as you eat a bowl of Arroz Caldo from your childhood memories.
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