This past Tuesday was just like any other day; I took Ivan to school, went to work, picked him up and came home. Somewhere on the ride home, however, I started to feel a little less than awesome. My nose started to run, I could not stop sneezing and my head started to hurt a little. By the time I woke up Wednesday morning I was officially “sick”.
Sometime after I sent angry text messages to friends that had recently had colds, Chris sent me a message asking me what I would like for dinner. My appetite and my mood were both pretty lousy so I made the smart-aleck reply that I just wanted to get home and hook myself up to a “whiskey and chicken soup IV”.
Fortunately for me, Chris did not take the IV part of my comment seriously but she did decide that chicken soup was a good idea and might be a healthy, medicinal dinner selection. We went to the store straight from work and she got busy in the kitchen as soon as we got home. I was not up for taking notes on the process so here is the recipe straight from the chef…

