? Making chicken soup with alchemy
“My mom is an alchemist.”
That was the only thought going through my brain as I stared at the miracle she’d conjured.
It was the day after my daughter was born. I was hungrily rummaging through the kitchen for something to eat (groggy from a long night of waking up every 45 minutes to see if the baby was okay).
I opened the fridge…nothin’.
I looked in the pantry…meh.
I checked all the cupboards…yawn.
Somehow, we’d forgotten to stock up on groceries.
That’s when my mom (who’d flown in to help) walked into the kitchen and said she’d make something to quell our hunger.
I stepped aside, wondering how she could feel so confident, given I’d already checked the kitchen for anything worth eating.
I watched as she grabbed a mostly-eaten rotisserie chicken and a few random vegetables from the fridge.