1In our family, there is a recipe that has somehow survived for more than four generations.
2It is a simple chicken soup, but for all of us it carries an enormous meaning.
3My great-grandmother brought the recipe with her when she finally left her little village for good.
4She wrote it down on a scrap of paper that we still keep in a frame.
5Every Sunday of my childhood, the whole house smelled of that gently simmering soup in the kitchen.
6My mother taught me the recipe during the summer before I left home for university.
7She insisted that I measure nothing at all, but instead learn to trust my senses.
8Now I cook it for my own children whenever one of them starts feeling unwell.
9They always complain about it, of course, but they still ask for a second bowl.
10I suspect that one day they will find themselves teaching it to their own children.
11Some recipes feed only the body, but this one has always fed something much deeper.