“I was feeling an encroaching sickness coming upon me one time, so I decided to be proactive and make myself a couple of days’ worth of the most baller chicken soup I could manage in advance, so I’d be able to eat well even when I was dying of the lurgy.

I chopped the carrots, I sorted the onions, I stewed the chicken bones, and I cooked that motherfucker down for eight hours into the most delicious stock you could imagine.

Then I poured it all through a colander into the sink.”