When I was in my twenties I met this girl. I got really sick, and she wanted to impress me and made soup. She knew nothing about cooking.

She boiled a chicken, did not separate anything. Chopped up a head of parsley and threw it in.

Then she served it to me with glistening eyes and a hopeful look. “I want you to feel better, I made soup for you”.

It was just basically grey chicken fat with bones, cartilage, skin floating in it.