What with my soup fork and my egg beater, my kitchen is replete with music, thanks to Jude Weirmeir's Subscription Opi.
Luckily our daughter is back from her travels in Japan and can make a mean ramen, which I think counts as soup… I trust the noodles will create something of a mellow tune. I was thinking that we could have a skype orchestra playing porridge in Scotland, fish chowder on Cranberry Island, and Ramen in Ringshall. Perhaps my sister will make a San Francisco black bean soup and we can practice our various clicks in unison.
As ever appreciative of the musical mind of Jude Weirmeir and his magical imagination.