I’m developing quite a love of soup. I never really used to like it. It just seemed a bit watery, lack lustre and ho hum, not the warm, fulfilling, homely concoction most people seem to know. However that changed last year when, going through yet another of my healthy eating phases and being enticed by the microwave I now had access to in the sixth form, I decided to start bringing in soup from home. Yummy. Let me tell you, the soup for lunch has lasted a lot longer than any of my healthy eating stages put together. It is warm. It is tasty. It is delicious. And, according to Ludwig van beethoven, soup is even a test of character:
Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup.