it’s that seashell soup time of year.
I have a memory
from when I was very young
of my mom making me what she called ‘seashell soup’
when I had a cold, or it was cold outside
it’s comfort and warmth
were a balm and a cure
when I grew up
i wanted her secret recipe
for this magic elixir
turns out it was:
shell shaped pasta, butter, and a little bit of broth
all this time
i thought it had special secret exotic ingredients
but it did somehow work their magic
i think the secret ingredient was
i felt the caring of someone who made a special soup for me.
and this is one magic trick i can perform.
—
“but perhaps the most precious heirlooms are family recipes.
like a physical heirloom, they remind us from whom and where we came and give others, in a bite,
the story of another people from another place and another time.”
-stanley tucci
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If it’s made with love, it always hits the spot. And moms always do it best. There are still go-to favs every time I visit home. Perhaps not the best for my diet.. but I don’t mind. Lol.
Thanks for the share, Beth.
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exactly and thank you –
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You’re welcome, Beth
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It’s great to eat something that you cherish from your childhood. As well as enjoying the food, you can relish the memories it comes with.
Best wishes, Pete.
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that’s exactly right, Pete
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I was thinking of my mom and my stepmom the other day and how they cooked. They were scrappy and creative because they had to be. All of their cooking came from the heart. Great poem. Seashell soup I bet it made you feel so much better. Have a wonderful weekend peace.
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Ty-
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((( <3 )))
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<3
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Mom made homemade noodles with tomato juice; I thought it was the most exotic soup ever. It was so good.
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isn’t it amazing ?
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Very nice
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I hope you still make the soup and, enjoy it. It sounds like proper comfort food. My mum made fried pasta with leftover pasta and added ham and scrambled eggs over it. Absolutely loved it as a kid but need to find a suitable vegan version now 🤗 I absolutely love the placebo effect and it proves that we are apes that tell a good story. She who has power over the narrative has power over the world.
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This is a wonderful poem 🥘
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thank you –
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I so, so, so loved learning about your seashell soup, Beth. If ever there was a time for soup and savory self-care, this is it. 💕
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Thanks and I guess I now have written about soup yet another time )
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Keep it coming! I love it. 🥰
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I feel it will keep coming…)
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🥰❤️🥰
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Hey, I remember this from your episode at Sharing the Heart of the Matter! Wonderful to have that memory of comfort. And food made with love is magical 🌞🙏
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yes! and thanks for listening –
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The secret ingredient is love.
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<3
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My daughter has been coming from afar to help me. I had a stack of recipes … books, note cards, folders etc etc. I said “Toss these out.”
She packed them up and took them home. Now, if only she’d take a bunch of other ‘junk’. She doesn’t have kids, so she will be stuck with it.
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right! I’ve tried to go through most of my stuff before my daughters have to take iron, but there will still be a lot
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your magic soup was made with love; THAT was the secret ingredient. Beautiful post – on my way home from our little lake I saw many yellow painted sticks in a tiny, tiny garden. On the tips of some of them was a large empty seashell…. considering that we are as far from the sea as you can be, that was quite a sight! took photos and thought: that would be a lovely beth post; there you go, soul sister!
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wow, I would have loved to see that, and you know me well! yes, that is the secret ingredient
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I’m glad to hear you can turn to the comfort bowl, Beth!
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yes, love it –
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Seashell soup! Love learning the “secret” recipe for this magic!
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I mentioned this in our soup conversation, and now here I go, posting another soup post !)
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Right – this must be 22 then! :)
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I make this seashell soup all the time! :)
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yay!
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This sounds delicious. And fun. I’ve always loved pasta and this soup, made by Mom, would have been the perfect comfort food.
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so simple and I really thought it was a complicated recipe
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Looks lovely and sounds tasty!
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it is!
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It is actually soup time, never mind what soup…. :-)
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right!
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It was a great surprise to me when I learned I could make my own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, even though Mom’s were always better!
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it’s voodoo
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Classic, simple and comforting!
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yes, all of the above
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What a beautiful memory and a delightful poem!!
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thank you!
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Hi Beth – So funny about the “magic powers” of simple cures. For me, we were only allowed to have ginger ale when we were sick. I could make one glass last all day by soaking a button in the soda, sucking on it for a while, and then putting it back in! It always made me feel better! Pam
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We were the vernors all the way for most ailments. If it was heated up you knew it was bad )
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Thank-you for sharing this lovely post. Seashell Soup is an heirloom recipe that undoubtedly will be passed to future generations! The Stanley Tucci quote from his book, “Taste : My Life Through Food”, has also been utilized by myself. Two years ago when making handwritten copies of my Gram’s family recipes for my children it was the introduction.
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How wonderful is that! I love it and it’s actually something I can make. LOL Your mom did a great job. Thank you for this.
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my pleasure, believe me
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One of my wife’s favorite meals.
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I can see why –
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Anything that is made just for us makes us feel special.
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that’s exactly it, Pete
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Just a little broth, and a lot of love!
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yes, that’s it
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“i felt the caring of someone who made a special soup for me”
Just reminds me of the hand made Valentines you spoke about. Special things made for someone. Feels really good.
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yes, so right
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Great poem, Beth! – and of course… yum and yum again🐚🐚🐚
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thanks and yes to the yummy
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Secret family recipes can be a salve to our wounded hearts and an ailing body.
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so well said
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Wonderful, Beth. My childhood memory is tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. I think I need to make your mom’s seashell soup.
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ooh, I loved that too, and still do!
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😍
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I love this post because it rings so true to me. Those childhood recipes bring us so much comfort because that extra secret ingredient is the context and association we have with those that we care about. Seashell soup sounds so comforting! And I believe you mentioned this one on the podcast too.
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you are so right and I sure did!
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Tucci is right!
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he is spot on!
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I still make the apple pies my Baba taught me!
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