Soup of the morning, beautiful soup!

I had a beautiful edition of ‘Alice in Wonderland’ when I was a child, probably given to me by my dear god-mother; sadly I have lost both the book and godmother, but I certainly think of my god-mother almost daily, and ‘Alice’ occasionally too. I loved reading from an early age, and Alice was one of the first books I actually read, although I struggled over the long and difficult words – but I knew much of it off by heart having had it read to me so often.

One of the things that delighted me and still delights me is the language, and it certainly had an impact because I remember little phrases and the songs and poems. I’m now very fond of making soup, and I always think of the hilarious Lewis Carroll poem, ‘Soup of the Evening’. The soup at above is butternut and red pointy pepper and the colour is just gorgeous, it is more of a morning soup, a sunrise soup than an evening soup. I’m just pondering on how I could change Carroll’s ‘rich and green’ to something orange or red… and then find another word instead of ‘tureen’, but ‘tureen’ is so splendid… oh, well, ponder on, meanwhile…

Soup Of The Evening
Lewis Carroll

Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Beau – ootiful Soo – oop!
Beau – ootiful Soo – oop!
Soo – oop of the e – e – evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup!

Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish?
Who would not give all else for two
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?
Beau – ootiful Soo – oop!
Beau – ootiful Soo – oop!
Soo – oop of the e – e – evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup!