Eaten at dusk, on the porch, away from....well...everyone and everything. I had an evening soup retreat with myself and everything seems a little better now. :)
I have no warm and cozy picture of this soup, because the Teenager disappeared with it into his room before I could capture it waiting in a pretty bowl. Ultimate compliment, I say...
Hiding out in my room, lights out, sitting on the floor in the sunny corner, reading a quiet, comforting magazine and eating this dal...perfect 20 minute retreat.
A wonderfully nourishing way to warm our bones during the cold-snap that has gripped Central Texas....well maybe not gripped...and maybe only at our wussy house. But the soup is still damn good.
Consumed after a long day of meetings, while sitting with the world's best Montessori guides for an afternoon debrief. The perfect pick me up soup...it's got kick, yo.