Grandma’s chicken noodle soup..
My grandmother, and my mom make a chicken soup that is so delicious because despite the simplicity of the ingredients, I swear they must somehow put “comfort and love” into the recipe as well. You can’t buy those ingredients in the store, they just are there as a secret ingredient.
I can make many soups quite well, bisques, broths, vegetables…. but I never really could get the flavor right, despite all the various attempts at measuring with grandmas unscientific cooking lesson of “you just take a lump of this, a dab of that, a smidgen of this….”
“How much is a dab?”
“A dab, mark. Just put a dab in.”
“Can you put a dab in your hands?” i would ask.
Then I actually measured out all the ingredients from grandma, and I think I did it with mom. But despite watching, having a list and somewhat actual measurements of lump, dab, and smidgen…my soup never really made it to “great!”
Until…perhaps today. It appears there are a lot of very sick folks with flu and I threw out, “you need some chicken noodle soup? Grandma called it Jewish penicillin…she swears it is medicinal!”
You can sense when someone is deathly ill….and voila…between the lunacy of building up an audio control room for a recording studio (yes, this is called “fun” to me) and the odd whatever with family life, where I am forbidden to cook anymore because, “you are too messy!”
Well…I got to cook this morning…and as I put all the ingredients in…. I got a sense that my grandma and mom were praying away….
The medicine of food and cooking goes both ways. It helps the people physically sick in the body, and it eases any pain the cook’s troubled heart.
I will call the soup and perhaps a song idea “grandma’s chicken noodle soup blues”