My Grandma is one of the best people I know. She lives 300 miles away, though, and the thought of that distance is a tiny black raincloud in our sparkly lives.
This week, though, that distance closed a bit. Grandma got a laptop! We can email, we can Skype, she can see this blog.
So we celebrated by making a pot of Grandma’s chicken soup, the kind that comforted me so often growing up. And though I’m not sure you can improve on such a classic, we used fresh, local pasta instead of the usual orzos, and it was amazing.
Hi, Gram! 🙂