I would eat soup near everyday if I could, but my family would never accept that kind of repetition. :/
Miso doesn't have noodles. It's miso broth (made from fermented bean paste, better tasting than it sounds) with tofu and a little vegetables. It's a soup more on the light side. It's often eaten as/with breakfast in Japan.
Oh. I don't know if I could do it everyday, but I like it. : D
Ah, a broth. Never had tofu before. Interesting… So you do a lot of varying cultural dishes?
Simple, cheap, healthy, pure. I could see myself consuming soup on a daily basis.
I don't really vary much in cooking. It's mostly American or Americanized dishes. Homemade Miso Soup is really something I wanted to try for myself rather than something that my family would enjoy. Trying new dishes for myself is like creating a small world for myself to explore. I can slowly eat and remember or imagine.... I think I feel a ramble going to happen, although I'm not sure how to express it. Perhaps there is sadness in food. In preparation and careful cooking. Long hours in a hot kitchen, waiting for the oven or stove-top to finish. Heat attacking the pots and pans, changing things so that they can never return to their original state. The plating and eating, the expectation. The short, short time that food is really good to eat, when it's just the right temperature. The fading of that perfect time till it is dulled. The dulled pallet after too many sweets, the numbness after too much heat, the ache in the jaw after chewing too long. Giving something something that makes their countenance change and brighten their whole soul. The joy of a full stomach, the happiness of a loved tongue. The emptiness afterwards...