My dear friend, Q, gets sick all the time. Like, all the time. Poor girl, every year of high school she would be out of commission for a month or so battling one thing or another. One year it was mono, the next it was a particularly nasty bout of strep throat. One year she was taken down due to a parasite that had been dormant in her system for years, a friendly visitor from her time living in Venezuela. True story.

In a quirky twist of fate, her fiancé also happens to be one of those frequently sick people, so between the two of them they pass bugs back and forth, and back and forth. Every time I Skype with her I feel like one of them is down for the count.

I am (annoyingly, I’m sure), the complete opposite. I never get sick. Everyone around me can be fighting a cold or the flu and I will just keep on keeping on, fine and dandy.

Of course, this means that when I do get sick, I am the worst. While darling Q is brave, beautiful and unflappable in her semi-persistent state of malady, I become the world’s biggest baby. Moaning. Melodrama.

This weekend I had a cold and I became a chimera of awful.

“Colin, help. Colin, I’m DYING.”

“You’re not.”

“I AM. My body hurrrrrts.”

“You just have a cold. Pull it together.”

And then I continue to moan and Colin ceases to dignify my incessant whining with an answer (rightly so, I realize).

One of the oh-so-fun things about being a grown up is that when you get sick, you still have to do stuff. You still have, you know, responsibilities. Walking the dog, sorting the recycling for pick-up, and a massive project due at work with an already precariously tight deadline. Delight.

It doesn’t matter how sick I felt or how much of a wuss I was being, come Monday I knew I needed to be well. Well enough, at least. No rest (sick days) for the wicked.

My mum used to make a variation of this soup for me growing up when I would come down with a bug. Not only did it kill whatever bug I was battling, but it would ensure the rest of the family didn’t come down with it either. Garlic is wonderful, isn’t it?

Not to get too graphic for you, but this soup is great for a multitude of reasons, not least of which is that it contains no dairy. Dairy is mucous producing… you get the idea. Don’t feed the snot nose.

Both garlic and oregano fight your bug and bolster your immune system- especially paired with a drizzle of good ol’ vitamin C from that lime juice. The eggs provide some protein, much needed fuel for our ailing bodies, but if you’re vegan it’s totally okay to omit- if you’re after some protein you can always add tofu, which I’m sure would be delicious.

Those of us going gluten-free can skip the bread, or use gluten free bread. It’s mostly just used to bulk up what is otherwise a very light and healthy soup.

I know, I know, I’m making this out to be the Chicken Noodle Soup miracle for vegans/gluten-free people. It is. It’s magic soup. But don’t feel like you have to just make this when you’re fighting something! I love this soup just about any time. Quick, easy, healthy and cheap. Love, love, love.



