The muggy air hung heavy today, but even that couldn't dampen my spirits on the way to jogging. Mom, however, had a detour planned. We swung by Grandma's place just as she was finishing up (finishing eating it or making it) a pot of her legendary Cantonese soup. Now, I may not believe in all the supposed health benefits – some say it soothes sore throats, others claim it wards off viruses. Honestly, it all sounds like folklore to me. But, when it comes to taste, there's no argument – Grandma's soup is unbeatable!