Hot Soup

How I feel about soup!

There is nothing more comforting that hot soup on a cold, dank winter's day, except of course, cuddling up to somebody nice who also has hot soup! It needs to be thick and home-made, not the desiccated supermarket variety, but something that made with love and care, poured into every spoonful. The steam wafts it's way before your nose, giving a warm sleepy feeling, taking you into dreams of days past. Dream of times when you watched mother stirring her pot, the pot releasing the most gorgeous aromas. For hours she stirred while your mouth watered more and more, and you'd beg for just a taste. Finally, much later, when the fire was roaring and the wind had begun to whistle down the chimney, finally, she would ladle some of the broth into your small bowl. Your little hands would clutch the bowl to warm your skin and you'd take tiny little sips, blowing each one gingerly before it reached your mouth. Hot soup, the stuff that memories are made of.



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