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Hot Soup

It is a cold day, so I will make some soup, The split peas are soft from soaking all night, I will put on the bacon hock to cook, A big, fleshy bone that will take an hour; Later I will add onion and carrot, No salt, but plenty of pepper to taste. Of course, it is all a matter of taste, Some people might prefer a sweet soup, But with so much sweetness in the carrot, Any more and my teeth would ache all night, Though some may eat sweet stuff by the hour, I try to avoid too much when I cook. I am not really a very good cook, I do not have a great sense of taste, I am inclined to daydream by the hour, I may not notice the taste of the soup, Until I serve it later in the night, And find I have used far too much carrot. Split pea soup does not really need carrot, But I like to change some things when I cook, So the split peas that were soaking all night Will have carrot added to their taste, To make it a slightly different soup, That might be sold in a shop in the lunch hour. The bacon bone must have cooked for an hour, I will add the onion and the carrot, Then the split peas to thicken the soup, Give it twenty-five minutes more to cook, That is when it will need a final taste, Before it is served up later tonight. Hot soup will be welcome on a cold night, And it is very cold at this late hour, I am satisfied it has a good taste, It is not overpowered by the carrot – Sometimes I can get lucky when I cook – So we can look forward to nice hot soup.

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