I'm happy write now.I'm happy right now, too. The soup was so good....I made justin taste my bowl as he was flying out the door for band practice., and he careened back into the kitchen, hair in his eyes, song notebook under one arm, to grab a wooden bowl of soup on the run...I yelled"Bring back my bowl and spoon!"., but that was just practiced motherhood., because i am glad he has someone to feed him homemade soup while he can., no strings attached.....