Saturday, 27 July 2013

Chicken noodle soup

I'd really like to know, what is it that makes "Chicken noodle soup" such a comfort when you're not feeling well?
My Mum makes the very best homemade chicken noodle soup and perhaps that's part of the idea of it being comforting... it is also associated in my mind, with my Mum caring and looking after me and making beautiful soup.
Mum makes really special, homemade egg noodles, which I'm sad to say I've never tried to do myself. Yet, even in a simple, little, instant "cup-of-soup" (see the photo) I am, at least for a short time, restored in some way.

I'm also reminded of another association with chicken soup - a gorgeous little book Mum used to read to us, by Maurice Sendak, called "Chicken soup with rice." It is a small book from a miniature collection called "The Nutshell Library."

"Each month is gay,
each season nice,
when eating
chicken soup with rice..."
...& it goes on looking at the months of the year...
then it concludes...
"I told you once
I tole you twice
all seasons 
of the year
are nice
for eating 
chicken soup
with rice!"

Happily, one day, I found this "Nutshell Library" collection again in a book shop and I just had to purchase it to read to my boys. I wonder if it will become a fond memory for them too?

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