Nectar of the Gods

Though my brain’s still a bit foggy because I’m on the backside of a rotten summer cold, we must discuss the best cold medicine known to man.
Of all the millions of recipes our society has dreamed up, none is more revered by us than that magical elixir – Chicken Noodle Soup. And you thought I was going to say Pumpkin Pie. Sure, any kind of pie brings a smile to your lips, but when you can’t smell, breathe or taste, somehow, Chicken Noodle Soup manages to sooth the aching soul.
Personally, my love of this nectar of the gods came at a young, impressionable age. Dearly Demented Mom and I really got around before she became demented. One of the really fun Mother/Daughter things we did was to hop a bus to downtown and go to The Store (for you Houstonians – that’s Neiman Marcus.)
I bet you’re thinking, “Hmm. Neiman’s. That’s pricy. But these two nomads are riding a bus. Sounds like they must be bargain shoppers.” And yes, you’d be right. First off, DDM thought it a good idea to teach me about public transportation so that I’d know how to navigate the bus system. She also wore size 9 ½ AAAA shoes, a very rare size. Luckily, Stanley Marcus’ daughter wore the same size, so whenever Neiman’s had a shoe sale, my mom was the first one in line. It was the only place in town she could find shoes that fit her.
I benefited from all the markdowns in the girls department as well as having a great shopping day with Mom.
At lunch time, we’d head up to the Zodiac Room which was a high class tea room with food made by the famous local chef, Helen Corbitt. They even had a magical bridge in the middle of the room that beautiful models sauntered across all dressed up in the best clothing Neiman’s had to offer. It was a little girl’s dream come true.
The first time we went to lunch there, the waitress took our orders and then brought us each a demitasse cup of steaming chicken broth. Say, when’s the last time anybody served you anything in a demitasse cup? Exactly.
Suddenly chicken broth was “in” to me, so when I got a cold, Mom would whip up Helen Corbitt’s recipe for homemade Chicken Noodle Soup. I don’t know if it’s the soup or the fact that someone made it for you, but do you know anything else that works any better on a lousy cold?
Well when you’re sick and your brain’s not working well, you spend time pondering things like why homemade Chicken Noodle Soup is so magical? Does it really work or is it just something we’ve labeled as the perfect medicine for a cold? I know we enjoy pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving and pink mashed potatoes for Valentine’s Day (doesn’t everybody?) so maybe it makes sense.
I read on Facebook that scientists have decided Chicken Noodle Soup does, in fact, have healing properties. And you know how you can believe everything you read on Facebook, right?
Luckily, I have the best boyfriend in the world, because he showed up at my doorstep on day one of my cold with hot, homemade Chicken Noodle Soup. If he’s the kind of guy who can channel Helen Corbitt, then this relationship just might be getting serious. Wonder if he’d like to take me shopping at Neiman’s, too?