...This is the song of soup, singing from the back of my kitchen cupboard. The smooth silky sound is ringing in my ears, taking on a brave battle with the extraordinarily loud alarm which is selfishly warbling monotonous war cries, against the backdrop of a proud church bell just a few metres away. Throw in the engine of the bus awaiting all kinds of commuting custom and my brain is about to burst!
When I am feeling this audio induced type of frustration, it isn't alcohol or chocolate or narcotics that I turn to...I seek out the cockle warming liquid lift in a pan, the tasty treat of the gods, the food for the fragile...SOUP.
The Souper Food!
Whether from a can or carton, tub or tin; when the world is not your best friend and you've asked fun's mum if it can come out to play but it's grounded...it has to stay in. When there's just no joy to the day or if, like me, you just feel a little bit sorry for yourself. Forget the grumbling and listen out for the mumbling from the cupboard, for soup is smiling and dancing and letting you know that with a ring pull and a pour, all will be well.
And whether you are a carrot and coriander, oxtail or lentil, stilton and broccoli or leek and potato; just heat and stir and blow and sip and smile. Why feel sad when all this while the solution is stacked alongside the baked beans, macaroni cheese and marrowfat peas.
The choice of taste is completely yours but do not be fooled by the chicken pushers! Tomato is the best, no bread or accompanying sandwich, just pure proud soup, naked and neat. No lumps or cream swirls or added garnish; that's just showing off.
Avoid the soup/stew debaters and those who try to convince you that, minus a crouton or a noodly ring, a soup is just souperfluous....there's no benefit in chewing.
Choose the smooth...you'll never look back and after just one slurp, your future will be brighter...you future will be tomato.
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