This article has what looks like an excellent recipe for good old fashioned Jewish chicken soup. In the old days people connected with each other with food and recipes. From Dr. Naomi Wolf at naomiwolf.substack.com:
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I was supine on the couch, as I have been for a couple of weeks now, recovering from my very near brush with the Void. I’ve given myself, with my doctor’s blessing, permission to be in a state of “rest” — that retro condition — without guilt, for a while at least; which seems at once naughty and luxurious.
Brian, my husband, made me chicken soup, as Dr Ealy has prescribed pretty much just smoothies, soups, and fermented foods for me, till I am stronger.
I noticed some chunky white strips floating in the soup, like thick little rafts. “What is that, honey?”
“Pork fat. It will give it flavor.”
“You know this is supposed to be Jewish chicken soup, right?” I asked, smiling.
“You have to respect my Irishness,” he declared.
I did, and the soup was delicious: “restorative”, as we say, half-joking, in our household. I felt the life force burn a little brighter in me as I blew on my spoon, and took it all in.
Chicken soup has a very allegorical presence in our history. A Jewish chicken soup I made long ago, it is not an overstatement to say, turned our relationship from that nervous status of “dating,” to the steady path to marriage.
