Second Course - Soup

Last year my wife and I took a cruise to Bermuda. The food was really great (and the scenery too).
And exotic. One of the things my wife and I tried was snails (which sounds nicer in French - escargot). They tasted mostly like the butter and garlic they were slathered with, but they were tastier than I imagined.

Another thing she tried but I didn't was cold soup. I can't remember the types. But, in my humble opinion, the words "cold" and "soup" don't go together unless you're complaining to the maitre'de! To me eating cold soup would be right up there with taking a big slurp of your coffee--only to find it had cooled off! Yuk!

Still you can't knock it unless you've tried it, as the saying goes.

I think that every time I read this Isaiah lesson, which describes the great messianic feast at the end of time. Fine wines I can deal with--it's the part about the marrow that makes my stomach cringe. I wonder if there's a vegetarian option in heaven?

But for the first listeners, that marrow would have been something to drool over--representing all the goodness of eternal life with God. Marrow was something decadent--something so rich, so sought after as to be highly desired.

I guess I just could just substitute French Onion Soup for the marrow blue plate special in my mind. It's savory goodness evokes warm and rich imagery in my mind. Unless it's cold!