So, at the very beginning of this past holiday season...I'm talking Thanksgiving week...I managed to get myself the world's most energetic case of strep throat, with a large economy sized cold on top of it. I was the perfect storm of misery, right smack in the middle of crazy running around cooking/wrapping/decorating time. And I fervently believe that the thing that saved me (along with a whopping course of antibiotics) was that the Southern husband kept feeding me warm, soothing, delicious even with a sore throat bowls of egg drop soup.

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