Grandmothers and Soup
I love soup. Especially on a damp, clammy, rainy and yucky day like today, I love soup. The simple kinds are the best. You know, the chicken soup that cures everything kind. The fancy ones are alright, but the ones that taste the best are the ones that have been made from a left over Thanksgiving dinner with some warm crunchy bread. Soup also makes me think of my grandmother who would have soup almost every day it seemed. She ordered soup when she went out to eat at a restaurant, when she invited friends over for lunch and when she dined at other people's houses. The last time she and I went out to lunch, she ordered soup. Today I had soup for lunch and thought of my grandmother.