"good manners: the noise you don't make while eating soup."

one of the things i value most about my beautiful mother is her ability to make amazing soups. i'm sitting here in my study lesson now (studying of course, for what else could i possibly be doing?), drinking (eating?) mum's homemade pumpkin soup and wondering how she does it. i don't think she even follows a recipe, and i used to think that food this good could only come from following a recipe. it just has this kind of texture that can't be beaten, and it's the only food that can immediately make me feel better when i'm feeling sick, tired or stressed (usually the unfortunate combination of all three). soup this good can't be ordered at a restaurant, nor can it be attempted in those horrible packet mixes that you can buy in aisle 4 at the supermarket.


it can only be created by mummy.