Sometimes I wonder if life is testing me to see if I can take it. The irony is the ingredients to make this destructive soup. I kindly added all the needed ingredients and Jenny added the meat and brought the fire. When this all goes from a rolling boil to a simmer, what is the finished product going to taste like? I imagine no one will eat it. So one should ask themselves, why create the soup in the first place?

When I started I had no intention of making this. My intention was to taste try new things and look for what I thought I was missing. Curiosity killed the cat I guess. After all that looking I had found what I was missing. It had been under my nose for almost a year. In celebration I took a deep breath and took it all in. I had no idea what it was I had taken in until it was too late and someone dropped a spark. My lungs filled with fire and my heart ceased to beat. With my last breath I wept. I wept for me and for the gunpowder that caught fire after filling my lungs and making me whole.