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Burnt Soup & The Ballet

I had an absolute lovely weekend. Lee bought me season ballet tickets for his birthday. (I know. I have superior marital decision-making skills.) Anyway, we had the most lovely time. I thoroughly enjoyed it. The only negative thing was that I ate too much crème brûlée at dinner and made myself sick, but if there has to be a downside to a date – too much crème brûlée is a great one to have. (Side note: Crème brûlée has replaced my Key Lime Pie fetish for the time being. I want to learn how to make it. Anyone have a good recipe? Please let me know.)
I haven’t been to a ballet for a long time. I think since college actually. The ballet we saw was Mozart’s Requiem and featured all men dancers. It was striking. At first, I was worried that I wouldn’t be mature enough to handle watching men in tights dance around, but apparently I am no longer thirteen. It truly was fantastic and now I understand why so many people just love the ballet. If you are in the DFW area, buy some season tickets. They are surprisingly affordable. The next ballet is The Nutcracker – definitely a must see. I can’t wait.
On Saturday, I hosted a little Harvest Soup Party for some dear friends. Unfortunately, I burnt the soup a few minutes prior to everyone’s arrival! But no one was unkind enough to say a word about it. Despite the food being below par, the conversation was delightful and the company enchanting. Friends really are chicken soup for the soul. (I am meaning good soup…not burnt potato soup.)
Soup is to the meal, what the hostesses smile of welcome is to the party. A prelude to the goodness to come.”Louis P. De Gouy, The Soup Book (1949)

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