Aged six, Caitlin Ruth brewed up a pot of broth, at home in Dublin, New Hampshire, the fifth smallest town in the United States.
Her makey-up soup, “however tasteless and thin, thrilled me with its alchemy. Until that moment I thought that soup came from a tin, and stock came from a cube. Awed that I had changed water into such a very different liquid, I…
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