I love potato-leek soup for many reasons, not least of which is this little science experiment. It’s close to magic, and every time I walk by the kitchen window, I am reminded of the deep, abiding fuck you inherent in all earthly life, clinging on the surface or in the crevices of an insignificant rock whirling through space in a backwater galaxy.
The kids are making “Leek 2.0” jokes. I haven’t told them about why leeks figure heavily in fertility magic, though. They can figure that one out on their own.
If you’re reading this, you’ve beaten tremendous odds already, and there will never be another you in all of eternity. Every once in a while, contemplating that–the uniqueness, the fragility, and the deep endless strength of life–makes me feel very small, very awed, and very unreasonably happy.
Not bad for a leek that also gave me soup.