I’m on my fourth cup this morning. Not coffee. Not tea. With the nagging headache of caffeine withdrawal foremost on my mind, I have been searching for that ideal substitute. I’ve learned that heat is important to my constitution, so the kettle is on. And while hot water works, it is rather bland, with just a hint of sweetness in the boiled water. (Is that true, or is it possible that my taste buds are already adapting and searching for something … anything?) My current cup is flavoured with a carrot. Previously today, I’ve tried broccoli, spruce tips and cauliflower. I am immensely reassured by the experimental power within my range. I’ve learned that, while always surprising, the flavors are never distasteful, perhaps because of the familiarity to those foods. And the flavors are dose dependent: more carrot, more flavour. Furthermore, the flavours continually change during the steeping stage, such that every sip offers a fresh surprise. In the mornings I need liquids, so the extent of this tasting extravaganza is limited because of my consumption haste. But by afternoon, I will take the time to sip and steep. Perhaps I will invent something and call it soup.