My ever problem solving daughter is always creating new suggestions for dinner and desserts; favourites like Mialita, Chuchetta and the like. Her recipes, with the addition of marshmallows, ketchup and eggs kind of remind me of that show that aired around here in the 80's I always wanted to go on, "Just Like Mom" But this morning, when I rolled out of bed complaining of still feeling under the weather from the night before, she suggested Magic Soup.
Magic soup is something that we've made before and she will eat it. All of it, as if it were well, like, magic.
First she'll tell me onion, then a carrot, some tomatoes maybe a little celery if she's daring and somehow this soup is normal... soothing and delicious, kind of like Minestrone.
Although my barren stomach felt it couldn't handle much more than the thought of dry toast, her idea of this to make me better was just what I needed.
Like the kiss on the forehead you'd get from your mom when you were sick, I got one from my five year old and her bowl of soup.
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