Soups

Have you ever analysed what television advertisers do to attempt to convince us of what a home is? It’s a place with a glowing artificial fire with imitation wood; it’s a poky bathroom with scalding hot water; it’s a gleaming lavatory basin; it’s loft insúlation or windows with a feather floating down them. It’s electric cookers and deep freezes full of unmentionable produce; it’s pieces of raw meat bubbling in some sauce mix stirred in smilingly by some naive actress. A home isn’t any of those things. A home is a place where a pot of fresh soup simmers gently on the hob, filling the kitchen with the soft aroma of lentils and ham bones and filling your heart, and later your tummy, with joy.