Today I decided I wanted to make chicken noodle soup. The sad thing is the last time I made it Mom was still around, she walked me through it, and of course I did not write any of it done. So out came Then New Basic Cookbook, and with recipe in hand out I went to the store. I headed to Tops of my youth because according to Mom I needed to use a Perdue chicken.. Well, they did not have it, so I came home with a different chicken. I came home with more than a chicken though, I walked back through my door with a plethora of memories. Funny how a store (an inconsequential thing) can stir up memories of years past. I felt like I had gone back 2o years or so. The store has been remolded since my youth, but I could feel my parents, and the feeling of my "home" was with me the rest of the day. The soup was okay, but each bite was deliciously filled with a bittersweet feeling!
Real Simple Magazine recently asked its readers what made them think of "home". I found it a hard question to answer, is it the memories inspired by tops and related moments of my childhood, or is it what I feel when I walk through the door on Brantwood? I have decided that at this moment in time, for me, it is both. As this family mature will that change? I don't know.
So today I accomplished chicken noodle soup, and revisted my youth, all in a few hours. A good day, but to bad Mom is not around to tell her she was wrong, any chicken will do!
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