Surfing the Inner N8

Linda, my mother-in-law, made the best soup ever for Carolyn and me last night.  It was so good that the leftovers I had for lunch today were even better than it was last night!  I’ve never had that happen before.  She is such a good cook that every time I eat her cooking it inspires me to poetry.  But usually I refrain because Carolyn thinks it’s really weird to be so moved by food.

That’s why Ratatouille was such a great movie.  The main rat understood that totally delicious food can be a catalyst for a deeper experience.  Just as our other senses can invoke a profound appreciation for the beauty of creation–such as when we behold the breathtaking view from the top of a mountain or let ourselves be carried along by a Beethoven symphony–so it can be with our sense of taste if we’ll open ourselves to the mysterious proclivities of scrumptious delicacies to stir us deep within our souls.

Yeah, it was some good soup.