There is a bag of yellow peas in the cupboard. She thinks they came in the box from the food pantry. Poor peas, she thinks. Rich folks have green peas.
She’s never made pea soup with yellow peas but she starts with carrots, onion, and celery. She adds thyme and a bay leaf and then a smoked turkey wing from the back of the freezer.
The soup cooks too hard and lumps up on the bottom. She turns it down and calls her mother who tells her to stop crying and make some soup. “I am stirring the soup now.”