The Best Soup started with Sage!

I could blame it on the sage, or maybe the rosemary; I will never be able to replicate that delicious burst of culinary combustion, that happened yesterday. It was one of those things.
I used to start everyday staring into the boiling water and combining chemicals to make breakfast: salt and grits or nutmeg and cinnamon and oats, or any number of combinations of breakfast brews.
Last night, I started with a cup of water in my electric wok, with the intention of compiling a Tuna Helper recipe and doctor it up just a bit, with some veggies and spice. I put the sage in first, just the tiniest pinch and followed it with the smaller pinch of rosemary. The aroma was delightful to me, but the water hadn't quite boiled. I decided to sprinkle about 2 shakes of the mustard and that was when the party started in the pot. The bubbles and the brew began to swirl with a mind of it's own. I got out a can of corn and stringbeans and decided that maybe this was going to be the vegetable pot. When I put the bay leaves in {I almost always use 2, a generous amount for a poor family} the soup almost hit me in the face. I didn't mean for it to be soup, but since it is, I will cheat a little. I put a package of Knorr cream of spinach, a can of tuna and juiced all of the celery and a few carrots in the fridge{this was something I had in mind for weeks, but couldn't find the courage to actually push this on the family}. I had decided that the nutrients were going to be for me alone and the noodles that were cooked were for the children, after they had finished their soup or salad. I would use the noodles to bribe them to eat this delicious and nutritious treat. I loved it. More and more as I added whatever healthful veggie to the soup, I tasted and wanted to gobble the whole thing myself. I boiled the whole thing down to about half the wok, stirring and adding altogether about 3 cups of water, intermittently as it boiled.
Ben ate his with swiss cheese on top, like onion soup. I ate it with garlic bread on the side, I couldn't even touch the macaroni. Ezra ate a bowl, instead of his dreaded salad and Enoch ate his as a sandwich, on bread and drank the potion separately from the ingredients. The eaters were benefitted and I enjoyed the chemistry of watching the seasonings dance into a froth.