Good soup needs a plot
Shaman’s mother casts a handful of pine nuts, thyme, mushrooms and lentils on the table…
… then she looks at it and sees a rider on a white horse, a girl in the river valley, a rabbit hole, a storm over the ocean, children with a mug of chokeberry fruits and the feather, which lost the bird.
Goes deeply in her thoughts for a minute or two and puts a pot on the fire.
Good soup needs a plot.