Regular readers of this blog know that I have a . . . well, quirky sense of humor — plus a love of language, odd constructions thereof, and word plays.
In that vein, I’ve written such posts as, “What’s the Past Tense of Sight See?”; “Landmark — or Watermark?”; “Dried vs. MORE Dried Apricots“; and mused about “wild and crazy” (vs. conventional) fruit.
In that spirit, I hereby posit the existence of “anti” (bad?) chicken soup.
Not as lofty a quest as Einstein’s search for a unified field theory of the universe, perhaps, but an important contribution nonetheless.
Its salient feature?
Unlike the good kind of chicken soup, which “can’t hurt, but might help,” its opposite “can’t help, but might hurt.”
P.S.: there’s an old-time saying that “the only time a poor, shtetl Jew (think, “Fiddler on the Roof”) ate chicken soup was when the Jew was sick — or the chicken was.”
