MrB has always found my soup, ‘meh’ & starts talking about a beef veggie soup his mom used to make. He talks about this soup a lot. When we were at his dad’s house in Oct, I did some snooping & found the recipe. Tonight I handed him a bowl of soup.
“This is good,” he said.
Me: “Do you know what it is.”
He squints at the soup, looks confused.
Me: “It’s your mother’s soup.”
He does a double take on the soup: “It seems a little different, but yeah, it is. Do you know how long it’s been since I had this soup?”
“I do.”
“You did a good job. Can we take this to the next potluck?”
“Sure.”