I called my grandmother Mama.
And she used to make this for me......all the time.
And all it is is....tiny tiny pasta - this is little egg pastina,
cooked and strained and then re-heated in warmed milk.
Salt and Pepper.
Perfect peasant food as my grandfather called it.
and my kids wanted soup.
Which brings me to the night prior when I concocted an
amazing (if I do say so myself) sweet and sour soup.
Soup just makes me happy.
Even if the outside temperature is higher than
the temperature of the soup......
And speaking of happy........
I called a therapist.
Gonna go see one.
And nowadays - who couldn't use a little therapy.