By: Danya Weiner
Last year, one random day, I was at my son’s school to register him for first grade. In the entrance to the office there stood a large pot filled with warm lentil soup. Every few minutes a different faculty member came into the office, ladled themselves a bowl of the hearty soup. As I waited in line patiently for my turn to register I couldn’t help but stare at that hot pot of soup, but didn’t have the guts to ask to try it. After some time, I guess the secretary couldn’t help but notice the drool on my face and she offered me a taste. It was one of the tastiest soups I had ever tried, but with the secretary as busy as she was with overzealous parents, I knew that there was no way I was getting the recipe. So I ate the soup as slow as I could, to try to figure out exactly what was inside.
I got home that day and tried to figure out the riddle of that soup. My first attempt at making the soup was a total failure, as it tasted nothing like the one I had drooled over...
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