Cooking All Night
I am sick today with a virus that makes my throat hurt. It’s not incapacitating, but it has slowed me down to a crawl.
Yesterday at precisely 10 AM I felt it take up residence in my body. One minute I was fine; the next minute gunk was running down my throat. I went through the day trying to blame it on leaf mold and hoping it would pass.
But as I slept last night I knew I was sick. So what did I do? I made chicken soup all night in my sleep, hoping just the thought of it would start the healing process. Every time I woke up and swallowed, I started the pot all over again, using the big container of homemade chicken stock in the refrig as the starting point. With each iteration, I added a new ingredient.
I had no choice when I woke up but to make the soup that had been simmering all night in my head. So I gargled with warm salt water and then started cooking. Here’s what went into my mostly vegetarian chicken soup:
Stock made from chicken feet
Snippets of fresh dill
Sprinkling of salt
I sauteed the vegetables in a little olive oil, then added the stock and the seasoning and let it simmer while I ate breakfast.
For lunch I’m discovering how my dream soup turned out. It’s warm and spicy with the wonderful bite of vegetables that were not cooked to death. Not your traditional Jewish penicillin, but just what my body ordered. I hope it kicks in soon and the virus leaves as suddenly as it arrived.