food for thought.
When it’s cold outside; when it’s cold inside; when you’re heartbroken, in a hurry, sad, irritated, feeling frugal - nothing puts you in a better place than soup. Equally, if you’re happy, relaxed or feeling extravagant, it reflects your mood perfectly.
Good soup is the most supremely comforting thing you can put in a bowl. Conversely, bad soups - like bad risottos - just get on your nerves with their sameness, every identical spoonful whittled away as though the key to some greater treasure lay at the bottom of the dish. I recently had a perfectly fine fish soup, but after three or four mouthfuls I had enjoyed its charms enough and it simply became a vehicle for croutons and rouille. (Because it’s apparently rude just to shove these into your mouth on their own.)