THE PLACE OF CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL

Traveling to THE PLACE OF CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL. Soul food? How can chicken soup nourish the soul? What goes into chicken soup? What makes chicken soup kosher food? How does it heal?

To be in a kitchen, a clean kitchen with sorted dishes and silverware, to be in a place in this kitchen as a cook that is cooking kosher chicken soup for the soul and health of an ailing friend.

To use a knife to cut the pieces of chicken into small bites, a knife that is brand new and never been used, as clean as a pristine jewel, as sharp as the edge of a diamond. As clean as ever, never needing washing, never ever used.

A chop, chop, chop of veggies to boil in with the kosher chicken, veggies that are naturally and inherently kosher. Carrots, celery, red onions, diced to perfection, even on all sides, like cubes of carefully sculpted vegetables that are softened to sit on the tongue to secrete juices of natural foods grown from the ground of the Earth.

Sounding sweetly about this ground while singing the prayer: "...brei pri ha'adamah."

Foods from the ground, from the garden, from your backyard or a farm, foods that contain the nourishment of minerals as they soak up the stems into the fruit, picked with a gentle hand, and chopped gently but firmly with the intention to help someone who drinks the soup.

A pot of boiling water circulating the veggies and meat around, steaming hot, a pot of gold in a rainbow of hot fire below that heats it up.

Scattering large rocks of kosher salt into the broth, carefully not enough to raise blood pressure, but just enough to create a good salty taste, delightfully licking the lips.

Clean purified dishware made of glass, glass being the contents of Silica sand, a dish so hard and firm, nothing will penetrate, a glass that does not let evil inside. Or cooked in a dish that has sat in storage unused for one year, a year of purity as time is a cure, it heals all woes. Dishes dipped, submerged in boiling water, "Boil, boil" no "toil" or "trouble", Shakespeare's shaky, no stone soup, real food instead.

A kosher chicken in a glass bowl, a chicken slaughtered with no pain and blessed with a prayer after the slaughtering, sitting in your stomach as a cure to whatever ails you, no more indigestion, no reflux, no heartburn.

A chicken in soft clear broth that is the cure to illness, made with love in a kitchen to cure, cooked by a friend, a cook who cares.