Soup

Dream - mom on the block who just always happens to have a big kettle of brothy soup simmering on the stove, on off-chance that the neighborhood kids playing kickball in the street want to come in out of the cold and warm up to a steamy mug of goodness.Word would spread, and perhaps some neighbors would drop by, lured by the savory smells wafting out of our alwaysopening front door. I’d smile warmly and I’d hand them a bowlful of liquid heaven, along with a hunk of crusty bread for dipping.