Food

So when I was younger I always loved going to my grandmas house.
She had so much food and candy and always something for me to play with.
Her cooking was amazing,still is and always will be.
She made this one dish.
Its Sopa De Pollo.
Chicken soup, but not just the normal kind of soup.
With shredded chicken.
No, this actually had chicken feet like the actual thing.(yeah sounds weird I know)
The first time i saw it i was like "um no gracias"
But my grandma being a Mexican and wanting me to eat all the time.
Even though she just stuffed my face with a lot of other food.
Made me eat it.
I tried it and OHHH MYYYYYYYYYY was that good.
The last time I had it was when I was nine years old.
I miss every little thing from the spice that was put into it, to the texture of the chicken, the smell, the thickness of the broth, and most of all the feeling.
When she handed me my second bowl i was just energized and refreshed and just wanted more and more.
I want to ask her to make it again.
Just one more bowl, just a spoonful.
Maybe if i'm lucky she would give me the recipe.
Maybe it's just another sopa you grandma makes you.
But to me its a soup MY abuela made me.
Made with love as her mama made it for her.
I've never really said this to anyone because it sounds silly but I like to call it 
"LA SOPA DE NONA'
And let me tell you, I hate chicken.
But hating my grandmas food is like hating on her.
so...
That's the only way ill eat chicken.