Monday, December 5, 2011

Chicken Juice

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.

1 comment:

M said...

I love it when you can read each other's minds like that!