The broth was superb…. It transmitted warmth…. down into my gullet and through my chest and shoulders as it passed. Levels of flavor unfolded, onion, coconut, chicken, a piquancy I couldn't place. I scooped up another ladleful, with a strip of chicken this time, let the nourishing fire flow through me again. Until placed in this soup’s care I hadn’t realised how chilled I was, how starved for comfort. It felt as if the soup was literally embracing my heart.
from Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem (1999). Very Highly Recommended.
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