soup

on the strangeness of tradition + a winter recipe

In the cool white halls of Instagram DM Ville and I planned our third date. We had met for the first time ever about ten days before.

We could make soup, I suggested. It was October in Helsinki. No snow yet but it was cold, and my mood was dimming. (This is particularly funny to remember now, tucked deep in the heart of my second Finnish winter—Sid you …