Texas has been rainy-er than usual this spring. The sky has been constantly dripping… the grass is green…and the worst kinds of pollen have been thicker in the air than most kinds of soup. I already have breathing problems and COPD, so the soupy air is potentially fatal, but allergies on top of it have made my whole family miserable. Middle son missed school today with bad sinus congestion. I am laid out with headaches, back-aches… even my dang aches have aches attached to them. The dog is unwell. God help us, we need a miracle.
Well, there’s always that miracle food… Great Grandma Hinckley always firmly believed that the only food for a sick kid was Chicken Noodle Soup. I used to hate it as a kid because I only ever ate it when I was sick and had to stay in bed… couldn’t watch cartoons, couldn’t play… all day with aching head and runny nose, eating Chicken Noodle Soup. It even had to be the capitalized kind, or it just wouldn’t do. Chicken Noodle Soup made me sick of being sick.
As I grew up into a sickly adult (Great Grandma’s dedication to certain medicinal foods, cod liver oil, Vick’s Vapo Rub, and all remedies of the nasty and smelly sort never completely cured me of anything beyond the enjoyment of being sick), I routinely returned to the old remedies that Great Grandma taught me.
So, today, I cooked Chicken Noodle Soup for my son, along with a healthy dose of anti-histamines. I didn’t have a second can for myself, so I did the next best thing. Cambell’s French Onion Soup.
I got ahold of a can of that from the back of the cupboard where the fossilized lima beans and canned vegetables all lurk menacingly with expiration dates on them that rival the ages of my three kids. French Onion soup has a unique stench to it that actually relaxes inflamed airways and nasal passages. It helps me breathe. So, I have come to rely on soup in the way that makes Great Grandma smile now, wherever she is (and I guarantee you it is not the hot place… Old Nick could never stand up to Great Grandma’s willpower and righteous indignation). I have grown to like the taste of these medicinal soups… at the very least because they do make me feel better. So, colds and flu, you better look out! I have eaten soup and I defy you… and if that doesn’t scare you, then I will tell Great Grandma Hinckley on you.