A few weeks ago, I was contacted by the PR folks of a company called Spoonful of Comfort, an organization which delivers, of all things, Chicken Soup Gift Baskets. As happens from time to time, I asked if they could send me a sample of their product so I could share my experiences with all of you. Since I was on a trip to the West Coast last week, I asked them to wait until this week to send it. Little did I know how impactful this gift would be to me personally.
Most of you know that I write this blog mainly for fun; I don’t make money off of it, so I have a “day job” which pays the mortgage and the bills. But right before my trip I was laid off from my job. I won’t go into the grisly details, but suffice it to say that I had contributed a ton to my company, but due to fairly petty political reasons my position was “eliminated”. It was very sudden and unexpected, and even a bit insulting and humiliating given all I’d done for my company. And it could not have come at a worse time. I recently got engaged, and my fiance Lisa and I been planning on a spring wedding.
For the next few days after getting laid off, I was a bit of a grumpy Gus. I was miserable, and I let the whole world know it. Poor Lisa, bless her heart, was and continues to be incredibly supportive. But there wasn’t much anyone could do or say to make me feel better.
A few days ago was my first full day back at home. As has been the case since the layoff, I woke up feeling very much sorry for myself. Suddenly, my doorbell rang. With all that’s happened in the last few weeks I totally forgot the email exchange with Spoonful of Comfort until I saw the box from them.
I opened it up to find this:
It’s at this point where I discovered something I’d not seen for days…My smile. It was like Christmas morning anticipating what I’d find in the beautifully packed box.
First up was the beautiful paper design you see above, with a handwritten card.
When I first heard about the company, I was expecting a cold impersonal gift box that looks like it came off an assembly line and was packed by a bunch of robots. Not so here. There was something really “personal” about looking through this box.
Next in the box was a bunch of fresh made-from-scratch rolls in a plastic bag.
The chicken soup itself came in an insulated bag.
It was packed with a couple gel packs (which I like to reuse for trips where I take my cooler). Packed snugly and still cold to the touch after what must have been hours on the road was a delightfully huge jar of fresh chicken soup.
Here’s what it looked like with the bubble wrap off.
I admit, by now I was grinning from ear to ear. The yellow card and yellow ribbon tied around the jar was so cheery and bright it made me feel better already. And inside the jar, I could already see how fresh the chicken soup was: this was no ordinary soup. I could see fresh carrots and huge chunks of chicken floating around. There’s a note that stresses to refrigerate it immediately and eat it within 2-3 days. Going onto their Web site, they list the ingredients as:
Chicken stock, pulled all natural chicken, noodles, carrots, celery, onion, sage, parsley, sea salt and down-home comfort.
In our world today where everything is packed with chemicals and preservatives, it’s nice to see an ingredient list where none of the ingredients is more than two syllables! (Being from New Jersey, I pronounce celery with two syllables
There was one more surprise awaiting:
That’s right, a package of chewy, fresh-baked oatmeal raisin cookies! Once again, my smile was back, and it was back to stay.
The next day, Lisa was at my house, and she’d had a terrible time dealing with the traffic in New York. So she was cranky and tired. And of course, I was still a bit grumpy myself. I decided it was the right time to heat up the chicken soup.
Bear in mind that I’m somewhat of a chicken soup snob. A few years ago, I learned how to make my own chicken soup, straight from the chicken. On more than a couple occasions, I’ve simmered soup stock on the stove from morning to evening just to get the right flavor. Since then, I won’t drink soup out of a can anymore, and even when I go to a restaurant I always judge soup again my own.
After letting Spoonful of Comfort’s soup simmer for a while, my kitchen had that familiar, comforting aroma of fresh chicken soup. I poured it out and served it.
After tasting one spoonful of the soup, my whole being shuddered with delight. The soup was tasty–the broth had just the right amount of salt and flavor; the chunks of fresh chicken were generous and perfectly cooked; the carrots still had a fresh “snap” to them, unlike the mushy orange concoctions you find in canned soup; and the noodles were delightfully light and fresh. Lisa had a sip of the soup and she told me she felt better instantly too. The jar of soup is huge, so there’s enough for at least two or three meals. I plan on saving the last bowl to help get through Hurricane Irene
But the taste of the soup wasn’t the only reason I felt happy. There’s just something about chicken soup, especially great chicken soup, that reaches right into your soul. The smells and taste brought me back to times in my childhood where I’d be sick and Mom would bring me a fresh bowl of soup and tell me everything was going to be all right. I remembered the times on snowy days where I’d flop down at the kitchen table and find a nice bowl of soup ready to warm me up.
I’ve often wondered why in the pantheon of soups chicken soup has such a high stature. After all, a good clam chowder or French onion soup certainly tastes just as good, doesn’t it? But it’s as I was drinking this soup from Spoonful of Comfort that I finally realized why this is. It’s because chicken soup so often has a secret ingredient that other soups don’t have–love. I firmly believe that chicken soup is good for you, but not only because it can hydrate you or provide you nutrients. I think over the years it’s become so effective because every sip reminds you of those who care for you and are pulling for you.
Honestly, I can’t think of a better gift to send to someone who’s not feeling very good, whether they’re sick physically or just feeling down. Getting flowers is nice, but flowers don’t last very long. Sending gift baskets is great, but a lot of times you’ll just get cheap junk food like processed cheese blocks or preservative-filled meat that’s not very healthy. Kudos to Spoonful of Comfort for coming up with a brilliant idea. Check out their site for other great ideas for people who need a lift, from college care packages (how I wish I had one of those when I was a scared freshman) to get well gifts.
My mom passed away of thyroid cancer back in 1992 when I was in my twenties. And so when I read the story of Spoonful of Comfort founder Marti Wymer, it hit close to home. Marti’s mother passed away of lung cancer only a few years ago, and Marti never got a chance to send her mom her soup to cheer her up. Today, a portion of all proceeds from sales of her soup goes to the American Cancer Society in memory of her mother Mona Bowes.
In starting her company, she made it her goal to help others with sick loved ones, and made a commitment to treat Spoonful of Comfort packages with as much care as if she were sending it to her own mother. In the package I received, I can attest that she did a great job. In a world where it seems that huge nameless, faceless gift companies focus on things like profit margins and operational efficiency and top-line revenues, it’s refreshing to see a company focus on what really matters: making people smile. As such, I know that this company will continue to be successful.