Thursday, February 23, 2012

Without chicken soup you are nothing

It was my Bubbie's birthday on Saturday and man am I grateful for mine.  She's had my back since the day I was born.  In case you're not Jewish a Bubbie is an Oma, an Ema, a Nana, a grandmother.  Your best friend.

I am so grateful for mine I could cry.

One of the best things about a Bubbie (maybe not all of them but definitely mine) is that you get great recipes passed down like chicken soup — the Jewish staple, cure for everything, like windex is for Greeks in My Big Fat Greek Weeding.  Tom was feeling a bit under the weather over the weekend so I thought I'd make him a batch.  I've expanded just a bit on my Bubbie's recipe, and I added brown rice instead of Matzah Balls because I'm trying to cut down on the gluten at the moment, but all the love was still in this soup (the most important ingredient) and needless to say, Tom was feeling much better, very soon.

Next week, I'll have a post on a writers groups (and my new shiny one!) and also, duh, duh, duh.....getting feedback on pages of my novel.

And as a side note of gratitude I just also want to say how much I love my life.  I get to wake up everyday and follow my dreams, my heart.  It's the freedom I've been yearning for years.  I may not have a lot of money in the bank, a house of my own, or even a car to get me around LA, but I'm happy.

Actually, happy doesn't even scratch the surface.


  1. You're an inspiration! I love that you are following your dream, it takes so much courage and I admire you for that. Can't wait to see you xxoo joyce

    1. Awww! Thanks Joyce. That means a lot and I also know that you know what following dreams is all about. Can't wait to be sporting your threads around LA!