
THE SCENE I slowly make my way to the table, balancing the heavy, ceramic tureen as I go. For twenty dollars at the local flea market my soup plays dress up, looking quite fancy as she swims in the tureen's old-fashioned angles. I feel like Martha Stewart for a moment, as I lift off the creamy white lid with a flourish. Still... Luxembourg's famous Green Bean Soup, now steaming and beckoning, barely makes an impression on me. Sure - it's good. I know that because I snuck a taste five … [Read more...]
























