If Rachel says we’re having soup for dinner, I’m not particularly excited. My typical response is “and what else?” Soup can be the first course of a meal, but not a meal in and of itself.
Ironically, two of my favorite dishes, phở and pozole, are both soups, and in both cases, exceptions to the “soup is not a meal” rule. Pozole, especially, is more than a meal.
Chicken soup has been ascribed medicinal properties for centuries. Modern research validates the folk wisdom that chicken soup does indeed alleviate the symptoms of illness. But if chicken soup is good, pozole is better.
Just as has happened the last two years, I’ve come down with a cold right before Lotoja. My loving wife, knowing I’d turn up my nose at chicken soup, went straight for the good stuff and made a big pot of pozole on Tuesday night. It’s more or less all I’ve eaten the last two days. Tuesday night was when symptoms were worst, and two bowls of pozole had me feeling infinitely better, to the point I was actually able to sleep that night.
I’d wager Miracle Max has a pot of pozole on his stove at all times.
P.S. I pledge never to vote for a candidate who is a member of or supports the Eagle Forum.

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