it’s that seashell soup time of year.
I have a memory
from when I was very young
of my mom making me what she called ‘seashell soup’
when I had a cold, or it was cold outside
it’s comfort and warmth
were a balm and a cure
when I grew up
i wanted her secret recipe
for this magic elixir
turns out it was:
shell shaped pasta, butter, and a little bit of broth
all this time
i thought it had special secret exotic ingredients
but it did somehow work their magic
i think the secret ingredient was
i felt the caring of someone who made a special soup for me.
and this is one magic trick i can perform.
—
“but perhaps the most precious heirlooms are family recipes.
like a physical heirloom, they remind us from whom and where we came and give others, in a bite,
the story of another people from another place and another time.”
-stanley tucci
I didn't have my glasses on.... 