So I married a soup lover! He loves soup! And wouldn’t ya know it…he passed his love for soup down to our kids. My daughter is a soup connoisseur…she can tell a good soup from a bad one and is very picky about what kinds she will eat. I find it amusing when my 7 year old orders soup for supper at a restaurant or instead of french fries. We always get that one eyebrow up look from the waitress.
In fact, she also does this with some veggies. If there is broccoli on the menu in any way then it better be on her plate. She has one little friend, the 8yo son of Janice over at Celebrating Family, that they will fight for each other’s broccoli. They will both order it and then eat their own as fast as possible so that the winner can eat the rest from the other plate. It never ends well. Someone is upset because the other got more. Seriously?!?! You’d think they were fighting over the world’s finest chocolate or something. Strange Kids!!! Kaylynn even asked Santa for steamed broccoli with butter. Santa forgot, so we never heard the end of it until I made some.
Do you see where this post is going? To my broccoli cheese soup, that’s where!