Wednesday afternoon I decided I wanted to make fresh pumpkin soup. I had a pumpkin left from Halloween that we hadn’t carve. I googled for recipes. There are many variations. One site in particular caught my eye. The recipe blogger talked about how lovely it is to eat soup. How soup is calming and healing.
Her words made me instantly think of Kate DiCamillo’s The Tale of Despereux being the story of a mouse, a princess, some soup, and a spool of thread. I love that book! I’ve heard criticisms of it, but I love it. Every time I read it, I get caught up in the story and don’t notice any flaws.
I haven’t made the fresh pumpkin soup. (I tossed the pumpkin today–waited too long for it to be usable so I’ll have to buy canned.) But I did finish the book and it warmed my soul. I especially love what happens to Mig in the end. If you haven’t read the book, give it a try.