the wispy steam rising from the bowl my mother set on the table lets me know just what she decided to make tonight. one of my favorite,, most versatile,, meals of all time is sitting,, waiting for me to dig in. "thanks so much for the soup mom."
"no problem honey !! it was specially made for you with love." with that i sat down at the dinner table,, lifted the shiny metal spoon placed next to the meal,, and began to eat. every slurp of the soup made me smile more and more. nothing beats the slippery noodles and chicken that pulls apart like nothing.
"oh my god mom"
"what??" i could tell she knew what was coming,, but i continued anyway.
"this soup,, is... AMAZING. you have NO idea how much i love this. thank you,, for the meal i am so pleasantly indulging in. i was really famished before this and it absolutely hit every single spot it needed to. you are a magician in the kitchen. an inspiration in your station."
"stop trying to use big words,, it doesn't make you sound any smarter i promise."
"wow i see mom,, i guess i won't compliment your food anymore." i let out a huff and crossed my arms playfully
"maybe i won't make food for you to compliment." she had a smirk on her face,, knowing i can't live without the magical meals she makes for me.
"okay fine. you win,, as always. mother knows best,, i get it."
"exactly," she smiled proudly,, probably remembering all the battles she's won in the past, "now keep eating,, your soup is gonna get cold and don't expect me to reheat it."
"youre rude but youre my mom so i guess it's okay." i stick my tongue out at her and look back down at my,, still steaming bowl of soup. "now,, unless you are going to be eating with me,, my soup and i would like to be alone." she scoffs and stands up.
"how are you so annoying?? did i make you that way?? man i hope not." i simply roll my eyes at her as she serves herself a bowl of soup and makes her way back to the table to sit with me.
"you love me."
"only because itd be neglect if i didn't." she laughs and starts eating,, cueing me to do the same.
"before i start eating,, id like to reiterate. this soup is so good. thank you,, goodnight,, im here all week." i laugh at my own comment and go back to my soup. as i eat,, i can't help but letting my mind wander. when you are talking about soup,, do you eat it or drink it?? how many different kinds of soup are there?? what could possibly be my favorite soup?? so many questions left completely unanswered. like whether chili is a soup or not. how will i ever know??
"what are you thinking about,, you've hardly touched your food,, usually you're like a vacuum with that stuff??"
"i'm just thinking about soup mom,, my one true love."
