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Saturday, May 1st, 2010My mother. !
My mom reheats this chicken soup for me; but I look in the pot, and it looks like two mangled parts of a fish are floating on the oily golden broth. Exclamation (me): WHAT IS THAT; followed by her “Oh, that’s just black chicken.”
I start freaking out about why the hell it’s black, and she soaks in my distress and calmly says
“It doesn’t matter. It’s like how people are black; it doesn’t matter.”
Astounded. Trying to decide if it’s offensive.
Graceee
