Sitting at my desk, attempting to finish a lunch break – have re-heated it three times so far. But this is one of those symbolically meaningful foods for me, and I’m enjoying every stolen moment’s bite. I swore I’d never make potato soup again, after a few years of *having* to eat it (and Top Ramen, and Kraft Mac n’ Cheese, and oatmeal, and…) more than regularly during the first few years of getting the financial hang of being a single, working mom. But never say “never again.” Now, this bowl of delicious (if I may say so, myself) soup reminds me of being thankful. Of feeling FULL, when that feeling was hard to come by on any level. Of just “doing what you’ve got to do” to keep moving forward. Of a sense of accomplishment, of overcoming, of achieving, and of being able to be thankful and appreciative of the joys and comfort of a good, old friend that helped you get through it, stayed with you, and can still make you feel great.