eat it, he wont eat soup).
in hopes of bringing luck to my team/player the following season i always eat whatever i was eating during playoffs the year before. so out i dragged the soup pot and my husband raised his eyebrows for he knew what smell would soon be coming. it’s not a very exciting soup. i learned it from my mother who i am quite sure got it out of a betty crocker cookbook somewhere. i really do love this soup(yes, even after eating it about 20 times), especially with some homemade corn bread. the secret to making it really good it to get a nice and salty ham 