Mung Bean Soup

I was in a Chinese (Asian) store on the Mission of SF. Looking for goji berries, which I hadn’t found; I can to the beans sections, where I found mung beans in jars. I remember that O Hou, a Master’s student in Manchester, used to make mung bean soup (I guess) every week two days. The smell was king-of-terrible. Then, having tasted it I became a fan. It reminds me that my memory’s all still in there — I must get them back, somehow?

Mung bean soup—
I had forgotten,
old dorm mates
cooking, with only briefs
and a wry, toothy grin

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