The Four Percent
IT WAS THE LAST thing I expected to find at the Delta Sky Club. On a trip last year, my heart leapt and my face lit up when I spotted it on the buffet: a crock of Italian wedding soup. My husband poked fun as I gleefully ladled it into a bowl. “I think you’re happier about that soup than you are about the upgrade,” he joked.
Yes, this chicken soup’s mini meatballs and teeny-tiny pasta elicit a (possibly) irrational joy in me, like dollhouse furniture or matchstick carvings. Particular care and focus go into making things…
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