The world changed.
Not gradually. Not with warning. Not with the slow accretion of data points that I've been tracking in Amma's cognitive scores. This changed overnight. One day the virus was in Italy. The next day it was in New York. The next day the NBA canceled its season and Tom Hanks had it and the President declared a national emergency.
The hospital went to emergency protocols on Wednesday. Elective procedures canceled. Visitor restrictions. PPE rationing. The pharmacy — my pharmacy — became a frontline department, processing antiviral orders and managing ventilator drug supplies and fielding questions nobody knew the answers to.
Raj is working doubles. The cardiology department is preparing for the cardiac complications that COVID can cause — myocarditis, arrhythmias, heart failure. He comes home at 10 PM, showers (twice — once at the hospital, once at home), and falls into bed without eating.
I cook for him anyway. Leave plates on the counter, covered, with instructions: "Microwave 2 min. Eat. Sleep." The plates are always empty in the morning.
Anaya is at home. The Montessori closed on Friday. "Temporary closure," the email said. Two weeks. Maybe more. Amma can't come — she's sixty-seven, immunocompromised by age, and I will not risk her. Pushpa, same. Both grandmothers grounded.
I called Amma. "Don't come over. Don't go to the temple. Don't go to the grocery store."
"Priya, I'm fine."
"Amma. Please. Stay home."
She stayed home. Appa stays home. They are isolated in the house where they've lived for thirty-five years, and for the first time, the house is not a base but a fortress.
I made a pot of rasam — the biggest pot I've ever made. Ten servings. The pepper and tamarind filled the house with the smell of survival. I portioned it into containers and drove them to Amma's house and left them on the doorstep and called her from the car.
"Rasam is on the porch."
"You didn't have to."
"I did."
"When will I see you?"
"When this is over."
Silence. Then: "Take care of my granddaughter."
"I will, Amma."
"And eat. You sound thin."
I sound thin. She can diagnose my weight through a phone call. Some things no virus can take.
The world changed. The rasam is on the porch. The kitchen is still here.
Rasam has always been Amma’s medicine — but this version, the one I started making when I couldn’t hand anything to her in person, leans on what I had and what traveled well: bright lemon, sturdy white beans, and the kind of broth that holds its warmth through a car ride and a porch drop-off. This Lemon Chicken Stew became my pandemic stand-in — not the same as hers, not tamarind and pepper in a blackened pot, but carrying the same intention: something alive and hot and made with the specific urgency of love under constraint. If you’re cooking for someone you can’t sit beside right now, make this.
Lemon Chicken Stew
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 35 min | Total Time: 50 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 2 tbsp olive oil
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 4 cloves garlic, minced
- 3 medium carrots, sliced into rounds
- 3 stalks celery, sliced
- 1 tsp dried thyme
- 1 tsp dried oregano
- 1/2 tsp freshly ground black pepper, plus more to taste
- 1/2 tsp fine sea salt, plus more to taste
- 4 cups low-sodium chicken broth
- 1 can (15 oz) white beans (cannellini or great northern), drained and rinsed
- 3 tbsp fresh lemon juice (from about 2 lemons)
- 1 tsp lemon zest
- 2 cups baby spinach, loosely packed
- 2 tbsp fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped, for serving
Instructions
- Sear the chicken. Heat olive oil in a large heavy-bottomed pot or Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Add the chicken pieces in a single layer, season with salt and pepper, and cook without stirring for 3–4 minutes until golden on one side. Stir and cook 2 minutes more. Transfer to a plate (chicken does not need to be fully cooked through at this stage).
- Build the base. Reduce heat to medium. Add onion, carrots, and celery to the same pot. Cook, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes until the onion softens and begins to turn translucent. Add the garlic, thyme, and oregano and cook 1 minute more until fragrant.
- Simmer the stew. Return the chicken and any accumulated juices to the pot. Pour in the chicken broth and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to a gentle simmer, cover partially, and cook for 20 minutes.
- Add the beans. Stir in the white beans and continue simmering uncovered for 5 minutes, until the beans are warmed through and the broth has thickened slightly.
- Finish with lemon and greens. Remove from heat. Stir in the lemon juice, lemon zest, and baby spinach. Let stand 2 minutes until the spinach wilts. Taste and adjust salt, pepper, and lemon to your preference.
- Serve or store. Ladle into bowls and top with fresh parsley. To pack for delivery, cool completely before ladling into airtight containers. Refrigerates well for up to 4 days; reheat gently over medium-low with a splash of broth if needed.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 285 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 22g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 520mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 207 of Priya’s 30-year story
· Edison, New Jersey
Priya is a pharmacist, wife, and mom of two in Edison, New Jersey — the town she grew up in, surrounded by the sights and smells of her mother's South Indian kitchen. These days, she splits her time between the hospital pharmacy, school pickups, and her own kitchen, where she cooks nearly every night. Her style is a blend of the Tamil recipes her mother taught her and the American comfort food her kids actually want to eat. She writes about the beautiful mess of balancing two cultures on one plate — and she wants you to know that ordering pizza is also an act of love.