Mama’s Homemade Chicken Soup
“Mom, what kind of soup are you making?” I asked, on a fine Saturday
“Chicken soup, it’s almost done. Can you get the noodles and start boiling them?” she replied.
“Yeah, in a sec.!”
That is a typical conversation I have with my mom when I see her making soup. She makes the best soup and I have never met anyone who did not love my moms soup, especially her homemade chicken soup. It’s to die for, no joke. This is how it goes when her soup is complete; I sit down at the table and taste the delicious ingredients. I try to eat slow—but sometimes its just to hard—to not gobble it up in a matter of seconds. I love the smell, the taste, and the feeling I get when that amazing liquid is crawling down my throat. If you really think about it, there are so many ingredients that make up chicken soup. Like the chicken broth, chicken, noodles, carrots, celery, parsnip, and the spices (salt, pepper, and vegeta). And they all work together to make the most delicious homemade delicacy ever. Chicken soup from my mom, is like a book from a author. They are much alike, both are pieces of art, and art takes time, creativity, knowledge, special ingredients and love.
Lets start with the chef. My mom writes her own unique book by creating homemade chicken soup. And if you want to have good soup you have to add love, just like an author. In order to write anything—books, essays, reports, articles—you have to love what you are writing about. For example: Lola Tamez once said, “My dear, my sweet, it is for the love that I write, for writing may paint a picture of what the heart may hide from view. So often in life writing is seen as a means to an end, as a mode of expression that is without art, without feeling and most importantly without love. It is a rather sad fact that most often, once one exits the parameters of a school environment that the writing dies.” If you don’t love it, then it wont be a best...