Yesterday was soup day. It was cool day and overcast and windy most of the day. It was a good day to have something bubbling gently on the stove.
It occurred to me that making soup is a skill. Cooking in itself is a skill, but within it are whole different skill sets. One might make a great roast or the best cookies ever, but might be thrown by putting together a simple pot of soup.
Ingredients are important, but the most important ingredient is patience. Proper soup takes time. Whatever gets thrown in needs time to adjust to its surroundings and to determine the best way for it to give back to its community.
Patience is itself a skill and it's one I need to hone.
I have patience for making slow food like soup because it imparts a lovely fragrance throughout the house and warms it up in more ways than the physical.
My mom's sister, Myrtle, described it best once: "Soup is good because it goes to all parts of you."
So right, Aunt Myrtle.
Soup is a lesson in patience and perserverance and using what you've got to the best of its abilities. It shows us how even the smallest bit of vegetable or bone still has a little something left to give if only we'd encourage it.
This lesson can be applied throughout life and I am grateful for the reminder. I am also grateful for being able to make a decent pot of soup.