in trying to catch up. not ten minutes ago I was eating soup. two nights ago, nursing this bestial cough and dozing to american werewolf (in London not the pitiful attempt to re-capitalize on lycanthropy in gay paris…read paree) which I finished the following morning having seen it previously I say humbly that it is one of my top five favorites but I don’t know my credibility as far as film reviews are concerned but I had soup then as well and as the titular line of the entry just before this (I’m just so tired of all these star wars) I am, in fact, an abject failure as a homemaker. well more as a matzo ball maven. they held together but I have to admit my choice of broth left me defeated and disillusioned with soup cookery. it was thick and pasty. organic sure but yielding calamitous results. the balls were formed and placed neatly in too shallow a pot and the soup being of a heavy consistency didn’t allow them proper movement so briefly…cooked? oh no they did not. fast forward. forging ahead! proudly they are edible. remember that soup does spill and will all over your pants.