Years ago, when my family was fighting a “never say die” respiratory issue, I talked to a bunch of my friends about what ingredients their cultures’ “Magic Chicken Soup” contained. I came up with this list of ingredients for a sure-to-cure chicken soup:
Indian & Persian: Tumeric and Saffron (both are anti-inflammatories and make the soup a pretty golden color with a delicate bouquet)
Irish: “The Trinity” celery, onions, carrots
Greek: Lemon juice
Vietnamese, Korean, and other Asian Cultures: Fresh Ground Ginger and Garlic
Jewish: Dill and Matzah balls or noodles (other cultures add rice)
Mexican: Cilantro and rice, sometimes corn, various peppers to taste
Almost everywhere: Garlic (4,000 years of folklore says it also keeps away vampires. And who wants to deal with a vampire when they have a cold?)
This international soup, adapted for my family, has all the spices but none of the carbs. Cooking it up keeps a worried mom from fussing and hovering. The smell alone is said to be comforting.
Some like it very spicy, others like it without any pepper at all. But everyone asserts they feel much better for having slurped it. Serve it in mugs to prevent spills by those confined to bed or sofa and to maximize the benefits achieved by inhaling the steam.
Whose to argue with generations of the world’s mamas and grandmamas, especially when science and medicine back them up: http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/10/12/the-science-of-chicken-soup/?_r=0
With all that wisdom behind it, it only makes sense to whip up a big batch today and keep it on hand for friends, family, and yourself.
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