1. The soup is still a little frozen when I plop it into the pan: a combination of watery and big crystals, thoroughly unappetising. But after just a few moments of heat, it is silky smooth again. I push the wooden spoon back and forth, watching the liquid move around the obstacle. It’s very pleasing.
2. Her sweet little dog make the introduction and we chat dogs and chickens, as we often do on walks, until her son reaches us.
3. Team Peach sleep in a heap. Stereo purring with an additional vocal track from the snoring dog.