What to eat on the last night you will ever spend in your mother's home?
We never even considered that question as we moved through our day: sorting, packing, and disposing of my mom's possession before the company that we hired to do the heavy lifting on that task knocks on our door tomorrow morning at nine. Then, we will pack up our things and leave them to their work, letting go of the majority of my mother's things forever.
And yet, it was impulsive hunger that prompted me to scoop the rotisserie chicken from its hot case yesterday and simply the presence of chicken broth and pasta in the pantry that had me simmering the carcass all afternoon until it became obvious that the meal we should share tonight?
Was chicken soup.
We never even considered that question as we moved through our day: sorting, packing, and disposing of my mom's possession before the company that we hired to do the heavy lifting on that task knocks on our door tomorrow morning at nine. Then, we will pack up our things and leave them to their work, letting go of the majority of my mother's things forever.
And yet, it was impulsive hunger that prompted me to scoop the rotisserie chicken from its hot case yesterday and simply the presence of chicken broth and pasta in the pantry that had me simmering the carcass all afternoon until it became obvious that the meal we should share tonight?
Was chicken soup.
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