I went for a walk with Kay the other night and she asked, “What are you going to write about for your blog?”

“I don’t know,” I responded, -too weary from the current day to consider the next.

“You should write about soup,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Soup?” I skeptically questioned. “You like soup?”

“No. I never eat soup. I don’t like it.”

“Me neither,” I concurred. “Too watery.”

“And cream soups!”¬†she groaned, “They make me gag! But soups are warm, and people who like them eat them in winter.” We continued walking. “I have a recipe for lentil soup with carrots and Swiss cheese,” Kay offered. “I made it years ago. The last time was for a former boyfriend. But he and his brother laughed at it so I haven’t made it since. It was healthy, though…until they added all that salt.”

“I ate a good lentil soup once,” I told her. “Back in high school…I still remember it.” Continue reading