In the week leading up to Rob and Jackson’s birthdays, all four boys in our house fell ill. Rob was the first to succumb to the random virus that left him laid up with a fever for a week, not to mention sinus congestion, a cough and a sore throat. Ben went down next, three days later, with symptoms that mimicked those of his dad, and by the following afternoon both him and Jackson were home from school, curled up in bed with heated blankets. Less than 24 hours later, Matthew woke in the middle of the night, flushed and feverish, clearly having caught whatever it was that infected the other boys in our house.
By some sort of health-giving miracle, I didn’t catch anything from anyone. Instead, I spent the week making pots of soup for those who were sniffly and stuffed up. I tried to pack as many healing ingredients into each, and made both a hot brothy soup and a veggie purée infused with therapeutic aromatics like onion, ginger and garlic.