Tonight I have another Historical Society meeting, what am I going to eat before the meeting? The meetings are always at 7:30 so I definitely need to eat beforehand or else my stomach will be squawking extremely loudly and that will be embarrassing. I defrosted a batch of homemade soup yesterday, butternut squash soup to be exact and I had some for lunch. When I had frozen this batch of butternut squash soup, I had also frozen a French pureed soupe de poisson (fish soup). Both soups in the plastic containers are the same color. When I had frozen them, me in my infinite wisdom neglected to label them, thinking that I will remember which is which. Someone upstairs must have had a tremendous laugh at me because the last time that I had a hankering for soup, I thought that I had defrosted the butternut squash soup, it wasn’t, my first spoonful was an educational taste. It was weird because my brain and my taste buds were primed for butternut squash flavor and they got spicy, tomatoey fish soup instead. It was a complete disconnect, I had to readjust my alignment between my brain and my taste buds. It was an excellent soup but that first spoonful was weird, the power of the mind is an extraordinary thing. This time around I knew that the soup was butternut so I have been enjoying my soup, flavored with roasted garlic, sage and thyme; a good hearty soup for these gloomy days that we have been having for the past week.