Documenting the ordinary in hopes of glimpsing the Holy
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
I came home from work the other night and found this tasty soup left for me on the table. Many evenings, one of the kids makes the salad for dinner and uses their own paring knife and cutting board. However, this particular evening they had decided to make up a soup and were against using a recipe. I can't even remember what the soup contained except that is was lukewarm water and grapes. I was pretty lucky because I didn't have to eat it, but only praise it the next day. Last night, we had to convince them that we didn't need another soup for dinner.