She lived on a farm in the mountains with multiple chickens, goats and other animals. One day while we were at the beach, she killed a chicken and prepared fresh Chicken soup. It was the best soup I ever tasted. (Sorry Kate).

Anyhow, I have been sick with a cold all weekend and I don't know why it didn't occur to me to make chicken soup. So this morning, knowing I had to get better before tomorrow so I could return to work, I put on a pot of chicken to boil. I have rested, drank fluids etc. etc....
I am hoping this will finish the job. It's not Emelia's chicken soup but I think making it in her memory will do the trick.
BTW, its one of the few things I make that we fight over who's going to get the last bowl.
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I have fond memories of my mom's chicken soup. Jewish penicillin she called it.
Nice memory. And I hope you get to feeling better.
I just had two bowls. I hope I feel better too. I don't like missing work. If I show up sick, the doc will just send me home though, so it's a no win situation.
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