Youngest was on a gym court again, challenging a few guys to a basketball game. Nothing out of the ordinary. He played Varsity in high school and was named the “top defender” for a couple of years in a row. Basketball runs in his veins like writing does mine.
     On the court this past week, he was “in the other guy’s face” doing what he has always done best–defending the basket. He jumped into the air for a block, like Michael Jordan, I’m sure, but when he landed, it looked more like one of the Harlem Globetrotters. Only he was wincing, not laughing.
     A trip to the urgent care raised the question of what might be happening under the knee. Several X-rays later, the initial diagnosis said there were torn tendons and tissue but no broken bones. Rest, ice, elevate, and taking pain killers were the remedy offered by the doctor.
     Any good mother knows that a patient needs Chicken Noodle Soup as the remedy to heal everything. So, I raced home from work, and two hours later we sat down to a piping hot bowl of homemade soup with King’s Hawaiian rolls. Youngest limped back to his car and apartment with Mom’s “cure all” in a plastic bowl for the next day.
     The weather had not cooled down enough that day, but there were still happy faces around the table and lots of compliments on the soothing liquid that warmed their insides. So, here’s my recipe for Chicken Noodle Soup. The secret ingredient (other than love) is Wyler’s chicken granules.