[Tax-chick]

Turkey-bone soup, the bane of my maternal extended family. We gave the bits to the dog and threw the bones away. If the Crash comes and we’re Poor, then I’ll make turkey-bone soup and be glad of it, but not before!

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

There is something comforting about having a pot of soup on the stove and the smell of baking bread. It makes me feel rich.

We are safe and about to be fed something warm and tasty. Who could ask for anything more?