“Come on, it’s an American tradition. Apple soup? Mom’s homemade chicken pie?' She chuckled in spite of herself, then winced. 'It’s apple pie and Mom’s homemade chicken soup. But you didn’t do badly, for a start.”
“Feeling better?” he asked.“As warm as chicken-apple soup.”“I’m never going to hear the end of that, am I?”
“...oppression is as American as apple pie... ”
“Motherhood is when eating chicken soup; the kids get the chicken and you get the soup and you would still feel happily stuffed.”
“Love is dope, not chicken soup.”
“The homemade pie has been under siege for a century, and surely its survival is endangered.”