Soup's on
What is it about a meal of soup and bread that generates a sense of holiness? Is it its sheer simplicity, that it’s a no-fuss, one-dish, and one-pot meal? The fact that a meager serving of a cup of hot soup and a piece of bread can actually satisfy us, keeping our bellies full for longer than we expect? Is it how it can warm us from the inside out, radiating from within like a joyful thought that makes you smile?





