Chicken noodles

*sigh*

...

*sigh*

Okay. My man and I have this freezer bag that we dutifully throw our potato/carrot/onion peels and chicken bones into. We do this so that one day, when there are enough scraps, I can boil them all and make real chicken broth from scratch.

Today was that day.

... and yet, the sighs. (I'll get there).

Chicken Noodle Soup

Ingredients
scraps (i.e. potato, carrots, celery, bones etc.)
Chicken (you can use a whole chicken, thighs, breasts, whatever)
real stuff (properly diced potatoes, carrots, celery, garlic, etc.)
noodles
I'm not kidding, the recipe is that simple.

You add water to your scraps and chicken and, as my good Australian mate would say: You boil the bjeezus out of it.
Then you let it all simmer for about an hour... or as I like to call it: the last chapter of my current book and two episodes of QI (oh Stephen Fry, you make life a happier existence).
Next, strain out all the scraps, set aside the chicken to cool and add the proper veggies to the simmering pot to cook.
Cut up your chicken meat and add that too.
Last but not least, add the noodles. (Yum). Let everything simmer until the noodles are soft, but not too soft and voila!

I was so happy with how my soup turned out. I honestly couldn't believe it. I felt worthy of my sparkly apron (which I was wearing over my bathrobe since it was 9 in the morning). I felt suitably domestic. I felt like had a delicious dinner to come home to.

Do you see where I'm going with any of this?

Flash forward to an hour ago when I walked in from one of the longest and most demoralizing shifts of my customer-service existence. Yes, today had sucked, but it was all going to be okay. My man had a 'pick-me-up' latte with my name on it and we were going to have homemade soup, right?
Wrong.

While I'd been out all day the noodles had come alive. Those twisty, twirly little slugs had gorged themselves on my broth! There they were, the guilty bastards, curled and tangled in the pot like satiated snakes, fat and lazy on their kill.

Where is the justice? How is someone supposed to plan meals ahead of time when the meals are literally working against us? Do we need to start planning an offensive? Do we need to keep certain foods away from one another lest we walk into a kitchen full of carnage and cookie crumbs?
What is this world coming to?

Outsmarted by noodles. This is a low point for me.