Soup

WHEN I WAS A KID, I LOVED SOUP. FROM THE FIELDS, THE MOTHER PICKS UP FRESH TARO AND GREEN VEGETABLES, WHICH ARE HANDLED IN AN EASY WAY AND BOILED, AND CAN SMELL THE STRONG SCENT. I CAN'T WAIT TO COME TO THE TABLE AND HAVE A SIP IN THE KITCHEN, AND THEN I TURN MY HEAD, MY EYES, AND I FEEL THE SWEETNESS OF SOUP. AND THEN, DESPITE THE MOTHER'S URGE TO EAT, QUICKLY SQUEEZING A PIECE OF ROTTEN TART INTO HIS MOUTH, AND BEING BURNED WITH THE AIR, HE SAID, "COME! COMING!" WHEN MY MOTHER SEES IT, SHE'LL ALWAYS LAUGH AND GIVE ME A "SHOCK." TODAY IN THE KITCHEN, LITTLE C. SAW A TARO THAT HAD NOT YET BEEN SKINNED, GRABBED ONE IN HIS HAND AND ASKED ME: "MOM, IS THIS A SUPER OTTOMAN EGG?" TACOS ARE SOFT, SWEET, NON-TRIMOXIN-FREE, EASY TO DIGEST WITHOUT POISONING, AND VERY WELL SUITED TO SMALL-BASKET FRIENDS. I SMILED AT LITTLE C'S MOUTH AND DRANK SOUP -- AS MY MOTHER SMILED AT ME AS A CHILD, SIPTING LOVE, DRINKING INTO MY HEART. SIMPLE FOODS, SIMPLE COOKING, NO NEED FOR COMPLEX CONDENSING, AND THE FRAGRANCE OF ODOUR BETWEEN TEETH. MAKE THE BABY LOVE TO EAT