Sarah writes: I was feeling under the weather, so I drank some hot chicken broth from a mug. My boyfriend said this was weird. He said, “You can’t go to a place with drinks and be like, ‘Can I get a chicken broth?’ — because broth isn’t a drink-drink.” This is a guy who puts yogurt on his breakfast burritos!
I often drink a mug of broth myself — that’s why they call me “Often Brothin’.” And not long ago I absolutely could go to a shop on Lafayette Street and be like, “Can I get a chicken broth?” And they would hand me that broth, right through a window to the street. That window is closed now, perhaps proof that the bone-broth trend is so established that it’s passé. But it’s very much a real thing, and I worry that he has maybe never left his home in 10 years. Anyway, partners shouldn’t police each other’s snacks — even his disgusting yogurt burritos. PS — No one actually calls me “Often Brothin’.” That’s just a wish. A classic wish from Good Ole Wishin’ Judge John!