Homemade Chicken Soup

There have been so many days where I had come home from school to the heavenly smell of my mother’s homemade chicken soup. As soon as I enter the house, I know that a fresh batch of soup is on its way. This chicken soup was derived my my Sicilian great, great grandmother, and has been passed on ever since. It is presented as a dinner and is usually served during the fall or winter, since it is a good meal to have when the weather is cold. Despite its simplicity, the soup has a rich taste that never fails to disappoint. Some batches of soup might be stronger than others, but all of them are delicious. My mother always makes this for me during the school year (usually on Tuesdays for some unknown reason). My dad makes this from time to time, although he doesn’t make it as well. There aren’t any special occasions in which this soup is made, even though it is a huge part of my mother’s side of the family. Instead, I remember the instances where my family was gathered around the dinner table, watching the news and talking about how our day went. This soup has always held a special place in my heart, since it is such an integral part of my life. It has been passed on from generation to generation, and symbolizes my Italian roots.

Year: 1887

– Jack Ecke

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