Cold and flu season is almost over. (Which means allergy season is almost here . . . That’s me, the resident pessimist.) Chicken soup should be on its way out, replaced by lemon bars and bunny-shaped Easter cakes. But for a friend of mine, who has chronic bronchitis, it is perpetually chicken soup season. And this recipe is too good to wait another year to share.
I’ve made it multiple times for people who are under the weather, and it turns out every time. Because I’ve made more than a handful of changes to the original recipe, I’m also ridiculously proud of my “own” version. I’m no recipe developer, and I don’t know enough about the science of baking to invent a new cookie without relying on someone else for the flour-to-sugar-to-baking-soda ratio. Savory dishes are a bit easier to adjust ; for one thing, you don’t have to worry about something turning out as flat as a pancake or as dense as a hockey puck. Of all savory dishes, soup is probably the most forgiving. Judging by my success with all the modifications, this recipe certainly proved to be.