Ten Mothers Chicken Noodle Soup

Garlic is as good as ten mothers.

Italian proverb, and title of Les Blank’s 1980 documentary

When someone in my household gets sick, the Jewish traditional thing to do would be to make them chicken soup. But in other cultures, mothers would use various herbs and spices for their purported medicinal qualities. So which mother should we follow? How about all of them?

This recipe attempts to combine ingredients from multiple nations to make the ultimate get-you-back-on-your-feet chicken soup. It’s fast, flexible, and easy.

Ingredients:

  • 1 (10.75 ounce = 305 g) can Campbell’s condensed Chicken Noodle Soup + 1 can water
  • 1/4 tsp turmeric powder
  • 1/4 tsp mustard powder or 1/2 tsp prepared mustard
  • 1 small carrot, coarsely grated
  • 1 shallot or green onion, thinly sliced. Can substitute an equal amount of regular onion if necessary.
  • 2 tbsp minced or thinly sliced garlic
  • 1 tsp dried wakame seaweed
  • 1 tsp dried or 1 tbsp fresh chopped basil
  • 1 shiitake mushroom (fresh or soaked dried), sliced into thin strips.
  • 1/8 tsp smoked mild paprika
  • 1 tsp prepared horseradish (or a smaller amount of wasabi)
  • 1 tbsp white miso
  • 1 egg, beaten with a dash of soy sauce
  • a heaping tablespoon of kasuri methi (dried fenugreek leaves)
  • a pinch of file gumbo
  • 1 tsp lemon or lime juice
  • a few bean sprouts
  • chopped fresh cilantro or parsley

You don’t need ALL of the above ingredients, but try to get most. If you get to an instruction for an ingredient you don’t have, just skip it. Stir frequently. Note that the dried vs fresh versions of some ingredients get added at different times. For a bigger batch, use a larger can of soup (or 2 regular cans) and scale everything else proportionately.

Recipe:

Put a few drops of oil in the pot. Turn the heat to medium-low. Add the turmeric and mustard powder and fry briefly. Add the grated carrot and garlic and shallot and continue to fry until they start to soften, stirring so that the spices coat them.

Add the can of soup and 1 can of water, then the wakame, the dried basil, the mushroom, the paprika, and the prepared mustard and horseradish.

Put the miso in a small bowl, add a little of the soup broth, and blend until smooth. Add that to the soup and stir it in.

In the same small bowl, beat 1 egg and a dash of soy sauce. While stirring the soup in a big slow circle, slowly pour the egg into it. Stop stirring and wait a moment for the egg to cook, then turn off the heat.

Put the methi in the palm of one hand. Holding it over the pot, rub it between your hands, back and forth and in circles, until it is powdered. Drop it into the pot. Add the file gumbo and lemon/lime juice and stir.

Top with the bean sprouts and green onion and the chopped fresh basil and/or cilantro and/or parsley. Serve immediately.

Italy day 46: Como to Fontanella

October 4th: We started with breakfast in the pizzeria. It was still rainy but the view was great.

Our table for breakfast (and dinner the previous night). Lake Como in the background.

We couldn’t leave town without paying our respects at the temple to Allesandro Volta., founder of electrochemistry, inventor of the electric battery (“voltaic pile”), and discoverer of methane.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t go inside because it was closed for renovation. The museum houses some of Volta’s original devices.

Our next target was a gastronomic one: Salumificio Rossi, one of Italy’s top producers of prosciutto.

The retail store. Each of those hanging lumps is a prosciutto-cured ham.
The meat sampler for two included several prosciuttos and salamis.
Parmigiano Reggiano is also produced in this region. This is a sampler plate of different ages.
The cheese came with fig, apricot, and cherry jams. And Italian basil leaves.
Did I mention that they made prosciutto?

Then a lot of driving in the rain. Easy to blog because nothing much to say. We stopped for the night in Fontanella, and had dinner at a simple pizzeria.

Carol got a calzone; I ordered a smoked salmon pizza.

Germany days 38-40: Black Forest

September 26th: On our way to the Schwarzwald, we stopped at a wine museum in Meersburg. It also had a traveling exhibit about concepts of death.

Totentanz figurines: in each one a living human is paired with a skeleton.
Now we know what my cartoon avatar look like.
Lunch. Carol had a spaetzel & salad, I went for a stuffed pork roll on ratatouille with potatoes.

Then we drove to Todtmoos, which we referred to as “Dead Moose” even though it actually means “Dead Moss”

My Chaoren Ratchet Belt was getting too long, so I had to shorten it by an inch for the 2nd time this trip. (1st time was in Iceland.) EMT scissors to the rescue.

September 27th: Found a nice fruit mix at the store, so …

breakfast

Carol took a morning hike while I tried to catch up on blogging.

A carved wood fox statue representing some local fairy tale.
All roads lead to Todtmoos.
We made our own lunch of pasta (with a jar of basil pesto), salad, and sauteed chicken.

September 28th:

For dinner, Carol had local trout with a Radler (mixture of beer and fruit cider), while I went for a tuna salad. I think we also got a quest point for having Black Forest Cake in the Black Forest, but sadly there doesn’t seem to be any photographic evidence.

Iceland day 13: Golden Circle

After packing up on Heimaey, we had a ferry ride back to the mainland, and then a moderate drive to get into the “Golden Circle”. Our first stop was for lunch at the tomato farm of Friedheimar, which is geothermally heated, artificially lit, and hydroponic. It produces over half of Iceland’s tomatoes. They also have a famous restaurant emphasizing tomato dishes.

one of the greenhouses
They have to import bumblebee hives as pollinators.
The all-you-can-eat tomato soup and bread buffet is the best deal.
The garnishes included sour cream, a shredded cucumber relish, and a live basil plant with scissors so you could cut off and chop up fresh basil leaves.
For dessert, we split an apple and green tomato crisp with whipped cream.
We didn’t try the green- and red-tomato beers.

Next we stopped at Hraunalaug hot springs. It was originally developed as a sheep-washing station.

Next up was the mighty Gullfoss (“Gold Waterfall”) that gives the Golden Circle its name. It was putting out a lot of spray and you couldn’t get within a hundred meters without getting drizzled on.

The upper part of the falls is a series of gentle drops. Almost looks like it would be fun to raft.
But the last drop is gigantic, into a narrow slot canyon.

On to the famous Geysir hot spring area. Geysir itself, the source of the English word geyser, has been dormant for years and only erupts occasionally. But its neighbor Strokkur erupts every 5-10 minutes.

Strokkur in action. It actually goes about twice this high, I just caught it in mid-spurt.
The one and only Geysir

By now it was 20:55 and most restaurants closed at 21:00. We were looking at possibly no food until breakfast. I managed to find one 5-star luxury hotel (Grímsborgir) that was open until 23:30, so we made a beeline for it and were able to order dinner off the very expensive menu. There was a jazz guitar duo playing instrumental versions of standards like Days Of Wine And Roses; they made me miss Tago-san. Carol ordered duck and I ordered the lamb filet. Both were stunningly good, easily the best cooked meal we had in Iceland, so maybe worth the price tag. The wine list was massive with over 60 wines, but we were too tired to try anything.

Iceland day 10: Ice Blue Glaciers Come And Go

Has it been a million years
since our memories embraced?
Stars are falling down like tears
Will I ever see your face?
Ice blue glaciers come and go
I ask them all but they don’t know
How much longer, baby, till you rescue me?

from Rescue Me, an imitation-Hendrix song I wrote for a proposed fictionalized biopic of Jimi Hendrix which could not get rights to any actual Hendrix songs and so put out a call for fake Hendrix-like songs. I responded with two (the second one written with Todd Wayne). Fortunately, the movie never got made. Jimi’s lyrics often had extreme exaggeration of scale (“I stand up next to a mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand.”); here I was going for extreme exaggeration of timescale, with the protagonist seemingly stuck in one place for thousands of years.

The south of Iceland is sparsely populated. When people first arrived 1200 years ago, the glaciers stretched all the way to the ocean and there was no place to raise crops or even hunt. They’ve retreated quite a bit since then, but still dominate the landscape. The giant Vatnajökull (“Lake Glacier”) covers 8% of Iceland’s surface area and is up to a kilometer thick in places. Its tongues are so big and so numerous that they have their own names. All eleven of the glaciers in this post are parts of Vatna.

There was no way we could hike to each tongue, or even park at them all, so I became a drive-by shooter. 🙂

We stopped by a huge dairy, but their ice cream shop was closed for COVID. The building on the right (behind the tanks) was the cow milking room.

Finally we hit our first glacial lagoon.

I had time to grab a “lobster sandwich” (langoustine on a hot dog bun) before our lagoon tour on an amphibious truck/boat.

Our guide shows off a chunk fished from the water.
I took about 20 pictures like this, but if you’ve seen one iceberg you’ve seen ’em all. 😛
the famous Diamond Beach, which is glacial ice drifts on black sand and gravel
When you need ice for your cooler and there’s a glacier handy
Quest item: Find Dr Pepper in Iceland (took 4 days!). Quest item: glacial ice. Combo quest: Drink Dr Pepper with glacial ice (location bonus: at Diamond Beach).
Seals were hunting in the channel to the sea.
lots of waterfowl in the distance

For dinner, I finally cooked. Rotini with choice of sun-dried tomato pesto or basil pesto.