“We watched in horror as the noodles sucked up all the soup. We tried to add more water, but it was too late. My mother and I stood in the kitchen, frantically spooning the remaining broth into our bowls. “It’s my fault!” wrote Kate. “It’s my fault!” said my mother. Aha, the final ingredient: Guilt.”
The Unlikely Chef, an essay on family and soup in the New York Times by the wonderful novelist, Tumblrer, and Rumpus contributor, Jami Attenberg.