It's the new year and 1/12th of it is almost over. I've developed permanent hate for no-parking-yellow and craving for raw foods and bagels. (Latter after having a long discussion about American food.) J tought he should be able to whip some up.
My relationship with soup is on and off. There are periods where we are best of buds and can't get enough of each other. And then we decide to call it off, sometimes for a long period of time. But when we do get together, it's always glorious, like no time has passed whatsoever.