I went to see Rachel Getting Married tonight, which was the perfect thing to see this weekend and the perfect mix of salt and sweet, tough and loose. Starring a perfect sister and a hot mess. And then I went home and made a big perfect pot of andouille sausage and lentil soup, which was the perfect mix of spicy and earthy. And ate two bowls, and now I don’t know how to top perfect. I love when you can hold two opposite things in your head at the same time, perfect and messy, functional and not, painful and joyous.