I had Matzah ball soup for the first time today. What a delight! I’ve heard it referred to as “Jewish penicillin” many times, and seeing as how I’m sicker than a puppy dog drinking chocolate milk, I figured I’d give it a go!
I was worried at first that it wouldn’t work because I am a Gentile. After consulting with a couple of my Jewish friends, however, I was assured that the soup itself has no way of knowing. What a relief!
I must admit, the soups potential healing properties (or lack thereof) wasn’t the only thing I was skeptical about. The last time I tried a much heralded Jewish culinary delicacy, I was rather disappointed. I know that it’s just one man’s opinion, and Kat’s Deli wouldn’t be in business if everyone felt like this, but I find that the pastrami-to-bread/Sauce-ratio on the sandwiches leaves a lot to be desired. A bit dry if you ask me. That said, I’m sure my Jewish friends look at the mayo globs we toss on bread down here and audibly gasp. They may even utter an “Oy Vey!” under their breath. And I can completely understand why.
The Matzah ball soup lived up to the hype, my friends! The broth is very diplomatic. It hits your tongue with a message that seems to say “hey friend… we know you’re new here, but this ain’t so much different than Meemaws Chicken noodle is it?” And boy is that broth correct.
As it starts down your throat on its way to mount a charge on all of the germs in your belly, it warms you so much that your inhibitions are cast aside, making you perfectly prepared to bite into something that, to the naked eye, looks like a meatball made out of Vienna Sausages.
Side note: I’ve never been more sure that something DIDN’T come from Vienna!
Upon this writing, I have yet to look up what a Matzah Ball is. I don’t need to. I love it, and its mystery makes me love it all the more.
If I had to describe it, I’d say it was like a dumpling and a wad of bread crumbs had a baby, and then they drowned that baby in chicken sweat and carrots.
I must go now, as the soup and cold medicine are becoming acquainted in my stomach and I am not long for this day.
Anyways, if you’ve never tried Matzah Ball soup, I think you’d like it!
‘Corey
I am officially a Jewish mother and make the best matzah soup on the planet- or so I am told. Next time you’re in Richmond, Virginia (where I’ve had the great pleasure of seeing you live!) I promise I will make it for you and deliver to wherever you’d like.
OMG you HAVE to go to Sarge’s the next time you are in NYC and get their matzo ball soup with chicken. It’s the best I’ve ever had and I am a matzo ball soup junkie! (I’d post a pic but Substack shan’t let me today)
And kudos for working in a vienna sausage reference. Your brain is the best! 😂