I woke up Thanksgiving morning in a panic because I had forgotten a very important element to the yearly meal. I decided to give my mom a call right after waking up to see if she didn’t have some ideas.
After the usual pleasantries she mentioned that she had ‘Chicken Juice’. Some how I knew exactly what she meant but decided to confirm by rephrasing.
“Mom, do you mean gravy?”
“Yes but it’s chicken gravy not turkey.”
I told her to bring it along when she came over. Somehow she knew exactly what I needed and I am happy that I reached out to her.