Monday, November 20, 2006

Chicken Soup ... for One Deep Breath

river in autumn

The brothers arrive today from New England for Thanksgiving. last week I cooked up a pot of chicken soup for anyone who shows signs of cold or flu while they're here .... my grandmother's recipe .... so delicious and warming. It's filled with carrots, onions, parsnips, brown rice and tender chicken. We'll have it for dinner tonight with crunchy sour dough and a big tossed salad. Perfect for a chilly autumn evening!!


smell of chicken soup
warming on the stove
grandma’s penicillin
for soothing scratchy throats


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8 comments:

Lisa said...

oh, Mom, Noah could use some of that chicken soup about now.... i miss you... miss the smells of Thanksgiving brewing... wish we could be there!

Lisa

paris parfait said...

Wonderful photo, poem and the story of your chicken soup! Sounds delicious - and with sour dough - my favourite. Sigh. Makes me homesick for San Francisco.

Sandy said...

Soup and sourdough bread! My mouth is watering! Great poem.

Anonymous said...

Oh, I can smell and taste that soup! (and yes, I think my throat is a tinch scratchy!)

Wonderful sensory haiku :)

Anonymous said...

Now I'm craving chicken soup! Great haiku!

Anonymous said...

Wow, my sences are wide open. This has cured the cold that I have not even gotten yet.

Pearl said...

Sounds homey. :)

Visual-Voice said...

I could use some of that soup... does it work on broken hearts? I'm getting a good dose of mom's miracle pot roast and turkey this week, so I'll be fine.

Happy Thanksgiving!