Bread soup was placed upon the table. "Ah,'' said the Herr Rat, leaning upon the table as he peered into the tureen, "that is what I need. My 'magen' has not been in order for several days. Bread soup, and just the right consistency. I am a good cook myself'' - he turned to me. "How interesting,'' I said, attempting to infuse just the right amount of enthusiasm into my voice. - Taken from "In a German Pension" written by Katherine Mansfield