Making Soup
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Making Soup

When I boil those leftover bonesto loosen the flesh and eke outevery bit of gelatinous goodness—the kitchen a damp, steamy womb of a place—I feel like I’m part of the marrow of motherhoodanswering the call of nature to nurture. When I chop the carrots, onionscelery and cabbage, add the meatscour the fridge for halves of…