Today, I had a soup that took me back in time.
Nsala.
It was one of my favorite soups when I lived in the East, and I was scared the chefs here might spoil the memory for me.
But I gave in and ordered a plate.
They prepared it even better than my Eastern chefs. I had to remember my home training and not ask for more.
I am thankful for a good meal. It brightens the day.
