I am coming down with that darned cold that seems to be visiting everyone I know. Rumbling bronchial cough, nasal congestion, general malaise and a grumpy attitude to go with it. I despise being sick but I realize sometimes it is just my body telling me to slow down and take a little break.
I remember all the Campbell’s Soups commercials and ads when I was young. You know, back in the day when everything was just 10 cents a can and those cans were packed full with noodles. The ads featured that plump, golden-haired girl who said “mmmmm, mmmmmm, good!” as she extended her tray of hot soup in your direction.
Marketing genius? Perhaps, yes, during simpler days. It seemed to work for me as I do remember consuming multiple cans of Campbell’s chicken noodle whenever I caught a cold and it always seemed to make me feel so much better.
Maybe it was the fact no one was at home when I was tucked away shivering under the covers. My mom was the single money earner in our house and couldn’t miss any more days at work without pay. She would rush home on her lunch hour and fix up a big bowl of soup with saltine crackers, take my temperature, give me a few more aspirin and read me a story before she had to rush back to work. With my belly full of warm soup, I would then drift away into sleep for the rest of the afternoon.
“Boo! I say to needless care
Which Campbell’s Soups will banish;
A daily share of this good fare
And half your troubles vanish.”
I think it’s time to wander off into the kitchen and heat up a can of that delicious soup…