"Shh! I gotta focus. I'm shifting into soup mode."
- George in the "Soup Nazi" episode of "Seinfeld."
I'm preoccupied with how this winter's weather will accommodate my own soup cycle.
I'm stocking up on chicken, vegetable, and beef broths, making sure that my deep bowls with handles are in good shape, and checking on my supply of freezer containers.
I catch myself looking forward to a few days of very deep snow, the kind that puts my world under house arrest and erases every obligation except the self-imposed one of making and eating soup.
Is it also wrong to anticipate a minor cold just to recall childhood days of recovering while watching cartoons and sipping Mrs. Grass Chicken Noodle Soup, the boxed dehydrated skinny and short noodles and that magic "golden nugget" of spices and broth flavoring that came to life in boiling water?

