not gloating, celebrating
Apropos of nothing, I'm making soup. Glorious soup. So tasty that I'm willing to say that the closest thing I've got going to a love affair is currently burbling to itself in my kitchen. It's six kinds of cheese, (seven heaping handfuls of it, thank you abandoned party food), organic chicken broth, broccoli, and cauliflower, stirred in with with black pepper, cinnamon, and a touch of organic honey. It's going to be delicious.