In my sophomore year of high school, I loved writing sonnets that used each new word to give my story three new meanings. They were tightly wrapped packages full of intention and purpose. Tavé and Brian make sonnet soup. They welcome me to cook with a light cacophony of pots and pans and a carefully explained recipe, sure, but the’re also my friend at a party, introducing me to a cast of characters around Portland. They invite me into culture, and they give me permission to play. They complicate soup just right. They give new meaning to Soup Du Jour, steeping culturally relevant content with lots of spice. Cheers Jacky Boy!
