Soup!

Yep. I went out in search of soup tonight. And found some! It was tasty though not as yummy as I’d hoped.

The best part was I went with Riley, her man and the Middle Child, home for Spring Break. Unbelievable. She’s a senior and this is her last semester. I think she’s fibbing. She was in middle school just yesterday. Besides, if that’s true then it means I’m old.

I don’t mind being old. Well, not really. But there are so many things I have yet to do that I want to do. I guess I’m just going to have to live a very long time and be active for all of it. Hmm, better win the lottery too since some of the things on my list are rather pricey. There are plenty of others that aren’t so I’ll be plenty busy while I’m waiting for that to happen.

Maybe one day I’ll even figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Other than happy, I mean. What about you? Any plans for your lifetime? Or is that too much of a question for a Friday night?

I Want Soup!

Let me repeat, I want soup! I! Want! Soup! Oh by the way, did I mention that I want soup?

Well I do. Only I don’t have any. Not frozen, not canned, not even dry mix. Nope, no soup of any kind. (Scroll down and see the blog about eating all the food that’s been hanging out in my house.)

Options –

1. Call and have some delivered. No, I don’t think so. The places that deliver don’t have soup that I want. Yes, I admit I may be being somewhat picky here but the wrong soup will be unacceptable and is equivalent to having no soup at all since I won’t eat it.

2. Go to the bar on the corner where they serve most excellent soup and get some. I called and they have Italian Wedding soup. Um, borderline acceptable, though not my first choice. Besides that would require me getting dressed in clothes that are presentable enough to wear in public and Italian Wedding is not acceptable enough to bother going to that hassle.

3. Go out somewhere else, either another eatery or the grocery store. Believe it or not there are canned soups that would do tonight but see reason above. I’m comfy and there is very little, including the perfect soup that would inspire me enough to change.

Before you ask why I didn’t stop along the way home I’ll tell you. I didn’t take any money to work with me today so I couldn’t. So unless there’s a soup fairy willing to go foraging for me I guess I’m soupless for this evening. I may as well give up and head to bed now. Sad.

Why Is It?

No matter how hard I try I can only make a full kettle of soup? Seriously. I start out intending to only make half and then before I know it it's overflowing. I'm just one person, not an army. The freezer is full. My mom's freezer is full. Even the neighbors are tired of soup. But I keep making more. Granted homemade soup is the best and there's nothing better than the scent of it simmering all day but enough's enough.

Hm, anybody want to come for dinner? We're having tomato-based ham and bean with tiny bits of carrots and potatoes.

Update - My friend, Edie, was just here. Yes, I fed her some soup. But now, thanks to her, we have desert too...homemade Easter eggs!

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