Monday, November 16, 2020

Feeding Our Senses

 


The last surge of Indian Summer has finally had it's day and November is back with a vengeance. It is cold, cloudy and very blustery. We had a heavy ran yesterday and today the words snow flurries made it into the forecast. What better day to enjoy the gifts of the harvest and get a big pot of soup bubbling on the stove!

"Soup is the song of the hearth and the home."
Louis Pullig DeGouy 

There is something about a good pot of soup, especially one like vegetable soup, that feeds all of our senses. First we see the beautiful colors of the veggies, the bright orange of the carrots, the deep greens, perhaps the yellow of squash or freshly shucked corn. Then we feel the food in our hands as we wash it, peel it, and cut it up. Next we hear the onions and veggies sauteing in the pot, that sound that signifies the beginning of the process. Then we begin to  smell the aroma as the ingredients do their job and the soup starts to bubble away, filling our home with that smell that only soup can provide, the one that says, "home sweet home." Finally, that first taste of the goodness that Mother Nature provided for our nourishment and pleasure.  

I have often heard it said that soup is the perfect meal. I would have to agree with that. It certainly does feed all of our senses and, even more important, it feeds our souls as well as our bodies. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling the urge to "put up a pot of soup" as my mother used to say. How about you?

And so it is. 

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