So I think of Brett, my old boss, nearly every single day at noon. Brett used to get soup for lunch almost every day and now, for whatever reason, I am obsessed with my lunch soup! Soup here is not like soup back home. It comes in little packets and you have to add water (even for tomato… weird huh?). So none of the soup tastes all that familiar, but I’ve grown quite fond of this Arabic version of watery “cream of chicken soup”. Today is no different. It’s just me, Kaden, and a couple “Ritz” crackers enjoying my soup!