day 165: soup as salve
The morning after my friend called to tell me about her mother's accident, I woke up and said to my husband that I was going to make a double batch of dinner and take some over.What should I make? Hmmmm.
Make that Portuguese soup, he said. Mainly because I would like some, he thought.
The nice thing about soup is that it slides down and fills in the cracks. There is no heavy feeling, like after prime rib or a giant burger. It is easier than that. Soup feels good going down and then subtly you are full. I like that.
And when someone brings soup that was made with sweet potatoes and kale and concern, you can taste each ingredient. I hope they did. I love my friends.
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"It slides down and fills the cracks." What a perfect way to describes soup.
I mentioned to a friend once that I was feeling sick and she showed up with some soup that evening. It touched me so much I still think of it years later.
recipe?
Oh, yes. Please share the recipe. :)
I love soup. Love it. I would have soup 2 or 3 days a week if my family wouldn't complain about it. There's something so gentle and nourishing about a big bowl of hot soup, especially when someone else makes it for you. I may need to find your recipe.
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