I love noodle soups when it gets cold. They take me to carbohydrate heaven. Every time I used to make this soup I ended up putting too many noodles because I love them so much. The result was not soup but more of a heavy stew. Over the years I have learned to avoid this mistake. There is a very delightful feeling when we have a warm bowl of soup that is perfectly balanced in all its ingredients in the winter.

This past weekend we celebrated Halloween. In other parts of the world, the day of the dead is celebrated at this time of the year. Death used to be a very scary subject for me when I was growing up. This has changed over time specially since I have been honored to be at the moment when three of my friends passed away (not at the same time). Today I was reminded of the Katha Upanishads which is an ancient wisdom text in yoga philosophy. This book is a dialog between a very wise teenager, Nachiketa, and the God of Death, Yama.