I love soup…especially homemade soup. I think there is nothing more homey and comforting than soup. It makes the house smell good. It warms me up. It can be easily shared. It can be frozen for a later date. It’s economical. And, it gets better the next day. What more could you ask of food?
“Buckwheat: Do you like pickles?
Porky: i think they stink!
Buckwheat: I love pickles
Porky: My mum makes me eat them
Buckwheat: I’m crazy about em!
Porky: I’ll sell you my pickle for a nickle
Buckwheat: How bout 2 cents..
Buckwheat: I’ve got two pickles. I’ve got two pickles. I’ve got two pickles today .. hey hey.. !”
Little Rascals 1994
I love pickles!
But they can’t just be any old pickle. I do not like bread and butter pickles and I do not like wimpy pickles. I like crisp, crunchy, dilly pickles. I also like sweet pickles on occasion, but dills are my favorite because they make my mouth water.
I might just be a pickle connoisseur.
With all that snow we had the other day I began to crave some nice hot soup. Two of my comfort soups are tomato soup and mushroom soup. Yes! Chef! was going into town to drop the youngest off at his job and I suggested that he pick up some tomato soup for me.
Needless to say, he did just what I asked and came home with a can of familiar tomato soup. He plunked the can on the counter and I thanked him very much. However, the thought of eating condensed canned tomato soup was very unappetizing, so I ate oatmeal cookies instead. (Yipes!)