Have you ever sought comfort in food specifically because you were missing someone special? I know I have! Every time that I eat Caramel Flan or make Canja de Galinha (Chicken Soup), it is because I am longing for the presence of one of the most special people in my life: my Grandma Socorro!
There are a multitude of reasons why she was so beloved to me…
She used to sew beautiful embroidered dresses for me, cut my hair, spoil me with presents, make me the most delicious caramel milk balls…. Ah, how could I forget the countless times that she got me out of punishments and spankings whenever I ran to her house. How handy it was to have her living nearby! 🙂 And time would fail me to tell of those unforgettable afternoon coffees every day at her house…. By simply closing my eyes, all the aromas from her kitchen seem to spring to life again.
I also will never forget how she defended me as a young adult, when after innumerable generations I became the first non-Catholic member of our family– although she remained lifelong one of the most devout of Catholics. Such support is priceless!
Yes, she left me her handwritten recipe book and her century-old bed, although I wasn’t her only grandchild, but was in fact one of her 27 grandchildren…. However, the best gift that she ever gave me was her unconditional love. Without a doubt, Vovó Socorro brightened my childhood in countless ways. You see– how I could not miss her?! How I could not seek out the comfort of those dishes that remind me of her? As you know, a few days from now we will be celebrating Mother’s Day. Although I am blessed to have a phenomenal mother, it is impossible not to also remember my grandma.
By coincidence, it is a stormy, rain-soaked night in Texas. What better than to be settled in here at home with the warm comfort of my Grandma’s chicken soup?
The recipe was not of her creation, but she made it so many times that it became one of our family dishes. This was the chicken soup that she used to make whenever someone in the family was sick. I never asked her why, but can only imagine it is because the soup is so nutritious, wholesome, and comforting…
So comforting, in fact, that nothing prevented my Grandma from preparing it at times when all of us were healthy, too. 🙂 The tradition of making this chicken soup was passed down to my mom. And as you can see, it then was passed down to me, too. Three generations (at least as far as I know)… the same simple, comforting chicken soup.
OK, I am getting more and more sentimental. Time go to the kitchen before the downpour streaming from my eyes becomes greater than the one pouring down outside….