This morning, my ten year old sweetly requested that I make chicken noodle soup tomorrow. Now, my soup starts with a chicken, onion, carrots, celery and herbs, and takes all day long. I make bone broth, strain it, shred chicken, sautéed the veggies, etc. Because it is so labor- intensive, it is usually reserved for days when someone is sick (because we believe wholeheartedly in the ancient remedy of chicken soup!). So when I asked if he felt okay, he said he was fine, but that if I only make him soup when he's sick I'm basically forcing him to lick doorknobs, pick his nose, and otherwise engage in disgusting germy behavior in the hopes of getting sick so he can have soup
. Needless to say, a chicken is thawing in our fridge right now.
I think this food represents love for Alex because it is an ordeal to make, and it is used to nurture and heal during times of stress.
What food represents love to you? Is it an old family recipe, or something new that has taken on special meaning? When do you make it (or have it made for you, you lucky bird)? And most importantly... Will you make me some?