The sister is a graduate student in “food Studies”. So at the expense of this topic, during the weekend, The Father and I traded ideas about possible academic topics in said field.
My idea was “An examination of why one’s mother’s chicken soup always tastes better than their child’s–observations in a Jewish Household”.
Sadly, no one seemed to like that idea too much. Though the upside was getting to have Grandma’s chicken soup for Rosh Hashanah (which as even my mom will admit, is better than hers)