Might be breakfast, could be lunch. An early morning appointment left me time for only a single cup of coffee and nothing to eat. When I got home I took all of a nano second to decide whether I wanted my second coffee or a bowl of soup. This is the same sausage, peppers and spinach soup I had the other day on steroids. The soup was on the steroids, not me. Most soups, like a few wines, improve remarkably with age. This is one of those. I am now debating another cuppa coffee or another bowl of soup.