It feels a little better to call it a rustic lunch, like something you’d get at a French cafe, a crusty bread and a hot soup, simple and satisfying food to wonder by. But really the soup is not great. I took the two vegetables I had in my house–squash and broccoli–and cooked them and cooked them and cooked them and then blended them together and it just didn’t work. My soup tasted like sad old Crown Heights vegetables with not quite enough salt, and I did less wondering and more making powerpoint slides for my night class.
