Growing up, nothing said "feel better soon" quite as succinctly as a piping hot bowl of classic chicken noodle soup, you know, the kind that you add water to, heat over the stove top and usually need to add an ice cube when ready so you can slurp up sooner vs. later. My mom use to always make this soup for me and my brother as kids when we weren't feeling so well, so I decided to bring a little nostalgia to my overpriced California apartment this afternoon. MmmMmm Good!
P.S. Don't tell Mom, but I added a little Lousianna hot sauce to spice it up a bit ;)
