For years I’ve heard people talk about “my mother, my grandmother, my aunt, my father, my grandfather, ect. makes the best this, that, and the other thing.” There is always a favorite meal or food memory from everyone. Even those who grow up eating tv dinners and take out have their favorite stories to share. My mama makes many delicious meals, but I especially love her chicken soup with potatoes, baby shells, and chicken meatballs. I will offer up my version of the recipe, but I’m honest... I don’t even know how she makes the meatballs! It’s her secret power and I’ve already convinced myself that I won’t be able to make it any better. They are parmesan cheesy, soft, and just the right amount of breadcrumb to egg to chicken ratio. She also loves her parsley! I’ve already given away too much.