Unsaid things on my mind this morning again… Again, it is a bit stretched, as I guess those ideas have been fighting with my brain all night, so I should say ‘still’ and not ‘again’.

But this morning (9 am as we ‘speak’), I have a warm bowl of soup to keep my spirit warm and cosy. I used to think that soup was a lunchtime thing or a starter for supper. To the most, soup could be a meal of its own when it came to those huge Tonkinese soups! But back then, I was thinking inside the box, letting people control my way of seing soup.

I wouldn’t say I am a soup-ninja now, or that extreme changes have occured in my life because of soup. But I can definately say that I have opened my heart and my mind, and since then, there has been absolutely no soup incident in my life.

So may it be a chicken cream, a big bowl of leftover veggies, a fancy ‘fumet’ or a rustic minestrone, I enjoy soup whenever I please! And this morning, going against all rules established by unknown food dictators, I am having my mommy-made vegetable soup in bed, under my big blanket.

I am fighting the blues of undelivered thoughts with asparagus and tomatoes… And it is going pretty well up to now. I just hope I don’t crash down when I run out of my precious soup…

I will let soup rest in my belly for now, and see if it has any effect on everything else!