Determination

Her children were on top of her mind. Always. The class was about Japanese food, but the topic had now clearly shifted. To her second youngest son. He would sit around a campfire and would even eat there too. Maybe snowflakes would decorate their heads and cover their clothes, but they would sit outside and eat.
'So what will they prepare you?', she asked
'Probably sandwiches with ham and cheese', he answered.
After 30 years of working herself to the bone, and not skipping one day of cooking her family a warm & balanced meal this was not an answer she was going to accept. This was a call for action. She dialled the school's number.
'I've heard you're going to organise a campfire for the kids'.
'Yes madam'.
'And that their meal will consist of sandwiches and cheese'.
'Yes indeed, and ham of course'.
'They need a warm soup. It's freezing cold outside'.
'We don't have time to make it'.
'It doesn't take long'.
'I's for fifty people, madam, it's out of the question'.
'Ok, when exactly is the meal?'
'Monday evening at 18.30'.
'You'll soup will be delivered Monday at 6 pm sharp'.

And that's what she did. Together with two of her other kids she cubed carrots, made a celery stock, peeled and sliced hokkaido pumpkin, collected fresh thyme and parsley and delivered a bucket full of fresh & creamy pumpkin soup at an open campspot near the great woods of Antwerp. On the bucket was a label with the ingredients, the little time she spent on the preparation -40 minutes- and the very limited costs she had.

We absolutely need more crazy women in this country.