This soup is so delicate and fragile that I’m often afraid of breaking it. Last weekend, I said, “Come on soup, the sun is shining! Let’s go hiking in Rock Creek Park!” “Oh no,” it said. “I couldn’t. I don’t want to get dirt all over my fennel. And I spent hours last night styling my carrots. And you know what the humidity does to my carrots. Right now they are perfect. Plus the big dance is tonight.” Oh soup, why so fragile? Why so delicate? Live a little! Throw caution in the wind! Let your orange juice side shine through! And while we are giving out free advice… Soupergirl – stop trying to make your soups go hiking with you. Especially right before the big dance. Hey, why wasn’t I invited to the dance??

When I first tasted this soup, I was so overwhelmed with joy that I put on my roller skates, my skin-hugging polyester shorts, and my tube socks and hit the roller rink. Going round and round I kept singing… XANADU!! Who knew that white beans, tarragon, garlic, and tomatoes pureed up tasted so divine!! Then Soupermom grabbed her skates and followed me around the rink singing how the soup is so creamy, yet healthy!! Come rain, come snow – you’ll love this soup!!  We both lit up in neon and danced and danced and danced. Then the security officer came and escorted us off the rink because they don’t allow neon dancers in polyester shorts at the Rollerworld in Gaithersburg. So lame.