By Josh Graham you let me nibble on your leafy cabbage earlobes as you stirred and teased the stock bringing it to simmer we had a voluptuous stainless steel pot brimming with a rainbow of vegetables infused with savory chicken broth i whispered in your cauliflower ear let’s dive into the pot and swim simmering together in the boiling brew “why not?”  you replied and proceeded to make pot after pot of delicious chicken soup chopping rutabagas, celery, carrots, and garlic in massive quantities we delivered every crock from stove top to bathroom emptying the contents into the giant porcelain bowl that was our bathtub when it cooled enough we climbed in armed with soup spoons instead of scrub brushes we took our savory…