By Mia Hanuska
Dear all scrumptious soups souped the world,
You will always have a portion of my quadruple-chambered blood-pumping organ submerged in your juicy broths and silky smooth homogenous liquid. Everytime my mother dearest announces the evening meal will be one of her absolutely spoon-licking soups, I feel joy wash over me from knowing you will be gracing my taste buds later that night. Frankly, you are underrated as a liquified food—your varieties allow you to give me all the nutrients I need in just a couple of slurps.
You are perfect in every way possible, from your mouthfeel to taste to fulfillment. Your texture is simply lovely; some of you I can ingest out of a handled cup intended for heated fluids, others have delightfully malleable chunks of ingredients that melt in my maw, and some I top with crunchy pork sprinkles for a textural variation. And I could declaim for multiple clock rotations about all your piquancies, from potato to tomato to carrot to butternut squash to chicken noodle to green velvet to white bean to split pea—my papillae can almost sense the nuances already. I could devour soup every time my peckishness gets the best of me and never get bored; there’s just so many options to try. Plus, one pot of soupy liquid is enough for multiple noshes; I have luncheons and post-education snacks for half of a lunar cycle after consuming soup for a single dinner. When I eat my midday meal while shivering my timbers out in the elements, I can depend on a tepid soup packed in my heated flask to warm me from the innards out. I simply adore you, soup, so much.
Shall I begin on the sides? Soup, you can be served as an impeccable appetizer—a petite bowl of you prepares my stomach for a huge main course—or you can make a hearty main course with the addition of a side of wheaty loaf or proteinous steak or light collection of sauced leaves. Yum. Thank you for your delicious contribution to my schedule of eating, you are truly the best food. Continue being scrumptious please. (I’m pleading you to please never perish, I can’t maintain my status on Earth without you).
Soupy regards,
Mia Hanuska