Food as symbolism
Katherine turned back to the stove and added more salt to the chicken noodle soup on the stove. The apple timer buzzed. She stepped back off the stool and pulled twelve perfectly browned rolls out of the oven. She put two hot rolls on the tray next to the lavender she had picked before the clouds that had threatened earlier in the day finally opened up to drench the garden. She filled the large blue and white rose bowl with the hot soup and added it to the tray. Carefully and slowly she picked up the tray and carried it into the room where her mother lay.