(Note: I submitted this entry in my food writing class, taught by the incredible food editor of The Boston Globe, Sheryl Julian)
I had been on a quest to find soup perfection for what seemed like an eternity. Subsequently, I’ve realized this is comparable to finding the perfect partner. There is so much to choose from, it can get overwhelming. The soups I’ve tried are always just there. They were available, so in my spoon went. Somehow, they always found me. And frankly, I found myself settling into bowls that simply just weren’t good enough. Both soups and people are broken down into components: essentially, they are different parts that come together to form a perfect collective whole. And you know, sometimes it’s alright if they’re a little flawed, because those blemishes can be made up for in other ways, and sometimes they enhance the aggregate. My verdict was that finding soups and partners both boil down to this: knowing what you are looking for.