It’s only June but mornings in Pune have started to bring rain. I woke up to the music of raindrops last night and stopped short of spooking R out by walking to the bedroom all drenched, holding a flashlight. Things got dreamier when sweet, fragrant winds blew in from the window at dawn and I couldn’t believe the world could be cruel enough to expect me to work (turns out it could!). This was when I decided on an evening treat.
Well, I am a major sucker up for soup. I love warming my fingers over the steam and love how it makes my insides go snug. I get along reasonably well with tomato, vegetables and sweet corn but chicken and I share a special relationship. There was a time when I made do with packaged soup and added generous quantities of pepper and oregano (the ones I forced the pizza delivery guys to part with). But now that a functional kitchen is at my disposal, my soup and I just got all passionate again.
R complains it has hardly been raining enough in Pune to rave about soup. He doesn’t understand. I can already see misty windows, smell the onion pakoras and sense the umbrella raring to leave my closet. I hand R a soup ladle and continue to slurp from my big bowl of happiness. I looove steaming things up! 😀