Through any kind of financial instability, difficulties, happiness or sadness, I will be with you.
*sniffle sniffle*
I will stay with you at the beginning of it, but not in the middle and end. But unless you want me to…
*slightly confused sniffle*
I will increase your appetite and satiate it. You might love me or hate me but I will always, ALWAYS stick with you in sickness and in health. But mostly during sickness…
*sniffle* Thank you, Soup. I will always cherish you as I savour you right now. As you might have inferred, today’s about Soup. But before-
I will also be around the world wherever you want to find me-
Yeah I think they got the metaphor by now. BYEE!
As I write this post, there is a spoon in my mouth. Why? Cause I am having soup and also I am sick. SICK of people not giving the esteemed broth the importance it deserves but also, I am legitimately sick. I had some leftover soup powder which I am having right now diluted with an excess amount of water and it tastes….okay. But today is not about that. It’s about praising this delicacy which is often underrated due to its composition and simplicity. Food Racism, if you will, must be banished.
Let me finish this soup before it goes cold and I can remove this spoon out of my mouth.
My obsession with soup began with the dried soup powders you get in supermarkets that come with dried vegetables coated in a dust of thickeners, flavour enhancers, preservatives, acid regulators and acids, and not to ignore….emulsifiers. Hmm, not a great start to anything in life. But it was good enough to dance on my tongue and pull my eyes down to the bowl; to something so simple yet powerful. My first (soup) love was Tomato soup. Oh just to be in the presence of it and take in its scent. You can never miss its striking appearance on a dining table resembling closely to the colour of blood.(Blood is, contrarily, not one of the greatest soup concotions ever made)
But, tomato soup. Even the mere mention of its name, my nose starts to tingle and my ears start to whistle to the sound of people slurping it off their concaved silver cutlery at a busy restaurant. It resonates positivity in a meal, it prepares you for something better to come so you can experience it to its fullest. That’s to say if the chef has not reached his peak with tomato soup. Hahahah…..
But, alas! Even though known for its noble intentions, Sir/Madam Soup is often misunderstood by townspeople due to their commonness and simplistic appearance. As deceiving as it might sound, one can learn a lot about someone just based on their inclination towards broth. Chefs understand it because they are taught to do so. But, mere common folk who walk day-by-day with multiple choices around them for grub, tend to choose it seldom. Some people frighten at the mere mention of soup for a meal as it reminds them of war times which they never had the misfortune of experiencing. Although, soup is a meal often birthed due to the lack of rations. It evolved into something much greater and into the modern times. A true meal born out of necessity rather than recreation. The mother of all.
Ever since I have discovered the joy of cooking, there have only been two qualified candidates for past-midnight dwellings: Bread and Soup. Both the processes are what I would like to refer to as the infinity between 0 and 1. So close, yet so far. Although it feels like there is nothing, but there’s so much to learn and understand. Interestingly, bread and soup are the perfect idea of a couple. They go together so well and maybe not for them, but for the people around them. Their relationship is a culmination of two simple yet interesting individuals who connect with each other, to erode each others constitutions and form one meaningful experience for the consumer.
Credit where its due. Soups have found their way back into society through the popularity of noodles and bread; ramen, pho, French onion, minestrone, and anything else to deceive people into believing in them once again. Maybe you might defend and say, “Ramen’s not soup”. Exactly. That was their plan too. To never let you find out.
Fortunately, you never have to have soup only when you are sick in the modern era, but the importance of it is brought in front of our eyes only when we are suffering sufficiently in our mortal shells, unless you live in any part of Asia, then you can have soup for almost every meal.
Oh yeah, this post doesn’t apply to Asians or any other countries or ethnicities that have Soup in their diet.
Cheers to them!