Ah, the paths we stumble down looking for inspiration for the day’s haiku prompt. For example, I love soup. To be more precise, I love making soup. Mostly because it can be a one-pot wonder left to simmer in a crockpot all day, requiring (this depends on the state, type and amount of available leftovers to hand) only one cutting board, knife to chop up larger portions into spoon-size chunks, and spoon. On particularly fancy days, I might even sauté up the onion rather than toss it in fresh. A good soup can squeeze pennies out of a tight food budget and tears from your eyes as you dolefully eye the unvarying nature of your daily meals. Just ask my son. He’ll tell you I’ve ruined soup for life for him. To which I invariably reply, “At least you were fed.”