The soup stars have aligned in the shape of a bowl of potato herbs soup.  I looked up and saw the twinkling lights from the heavens above.  They told me to slurp the soup of your ancestors; they said slurp with purpose, and slurp with passion.  Slurp like your life depended on it they screamed at me.  It was so loud my ears bled and I lost so much blood, I died and went to soup heaven.  I awoke and began recording.  This episode is that recording.