#44: Chicken Soup
Today, some chicken soup for your withered, degraded, already-holiday-weary soul.
I don’t go for health trends or spiritual trends or exercise trends, believing it all to be rubbishy nonsense. I do, however, believe strongly in the power of homemade chicken soup. Something about extracting the ~essence~ of, well, a carcass, makes me feel witchy and omnipotent, like I’m lapping up the powers of something truly formidable (like a chicken apparently…chickens are what we all think of when we think of the most formidable creature in the animal kingdom, right?!). Scoff all you like, but I will hold on to my strongly-rooted beliefs about the magic behind a bowl of lovingly-crafted chicken soup with the same fervor that these new-age flat-earthers are clinging to their garbage ideas with.
For your perusal today, I present two S-T-U-N-N-I-N-G renditions of chicken soup. One, a colourful, in-your-face celebration of all things delicious and Mexican; the other, a throwback to the chicken noodle soups of your youth but without the word ‘condensed’ anywhere in sight. Both would surely cure any ailment you have, unless you have something real bad, in which case, some homemade soup would surely soften the blow and make a great last meal.
