I‘ve always enjoyed a hearty bowl of soup, so I’m glad that it’s finally cooled down enough to where I can start making big pots of soup again. There is nothing more comforting than curling up with Max and a steaming bowl of soup on a chilly evening.
I’ve always been a big fan of soup. My Mom likes soup, and we ate it frequently for lunch during summer vacation. But my Dad is not a fan of soup. So I was surprised to learn chicken noodle soup is one of his lunch options. It’s the condensed version and he doesn’t add water. I’m pretty sure that just makes it salty noodles with little pieces of chicken. 🙂
When I go home to visit my parents, I often make dinner or my Mom and I will make it together. I look forward to figuring out with my Mom what we should make, and she enjoys trying some dishes that she might otherwise not get to make. But when it comes to lunch, I sit back and let my Dad prepare it. That may sound mean, but I get such a kick out of watching my Dad make me lunch (my Mom still works). There are four regular items in his lunch rotation: hotdogs, spaghettios, TV dinners and chicken noodle soup.
Admit it. You’re impressed by my Dad’s ability to use a microwave—aren’t you? 😀 I sit at the kitchen island and watch him, knowing this will be a memory I will always cherish. And it’s why I don’t offer to make lunch for us.
Now my Mom is more likely to appreciate this soup over my Dad. He might look at the wild rice with some suspicion, even though we are Minnesotans! He’d likely choose condensed chicken and noodles soup over it, which is fine by me. Somehow, if he decided to make homemade soup for me, it wouldn’t be as much as fun as eating hotdogs he made for me.