Whatever the reason, whether my poor sleep habits or the fickle weather, I woke up the other day with a wicked head cold. So, 80-degree forecasts for the week notwithstanding, I’ve been on the hunt for “sick food” — for something to conjure Mom’s ministrations during childhood bouts with flu: bowls of comfortingly bland congee or Chinese-herb-infused chicken soup, or their Western analogues. Where to go?
Soup for the Sick
