Soup

Soup, that meal that's more often a starter than a main course. When did that start? As a child, I couldn't stomach those three or four courses; it made Sundays especially miserable. I lay in bed in terrible pain after the evening meal that was forced down my throat. Like shoving a funnel down a goose's throat and mashing the food down to get foie gras.
Perhaps it was all the result of malnutrition. The hospital where I ended up and was hospitalized for months no longer exists, and the same goes for those who claimed you should always finish your plate. That plate with enough food to feed an orphanage. Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was the Hunger Winter that still made parents and grandparents say you were grateful.
Stone soup... the poor man's soup, like a piece of marrow pain in a pan of water. It's called broth, and when you strain it, the clear broth is a colored water, thin, and the nightmare of every sick person, elderly person (and child) who tries with fear and trembling to bring a spoonful to their mouth. Of course, the soup bowl mustn't be picked up, and no one is allowed to drink. Eating neatly with cutlery, speaking in three words, and going to bed on time used to be perfectly normal.
The tastiest soup? Tomato soup made with fresh tomatoes (a soup sieve is a handy aid), chicken soup when you're sick, curry soup, and noodle soup. The only meal soups I know are pea soup and kidney bean soup, which nobody eats anymore.
Anyone who eats soup usually has eaten and drunk afterwards and would rather wash their clothes than struggle through another course.
The most disgusting is unsalted soup, which elderly people often have because they have a high blood type. Adding a little salt later often doesn't taste good.

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