A good meal

Today, I had a soup that took me back in time.


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.

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