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Thursday, August 04, 2005

6:35 PM - Soup

My mother has a very special gift. She's like a barometer.
Since I was a little child she has this ability to make chicken soup with vegetables in rainy days. Didn't matter if it was a bad day with difficulties in every corner.
Years later I wonder...
Did my mother ever knew about the healing qualities of her soup?
Did my mother knew about the problems I had on those rainy days?
Whatever is the answer, now that I'm doing my own chicken soup with vegetables it doesn't tastes the same.

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