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Monday, November 16, 2009

Soup and Sandwich

Some of those raindrops out there just changed to snowflakes. Yeah, it is that kind of day - a day for soup and sandwiches, a good book and a blankie.

I still feel inadequate when I make soup and sandwiches for a meal. It's only been 48 years, so you would think I would get over it. Kenny and I were married on my 18th birthday in 1961. I've mentioned before what a good cook my Mom was and how I never did much cooking growing up. Our first home was an apartment over a body repair shop and the Pepsi warehouse on Bottle Row in Corning. It was a three-room, shared bathroom down the hall kind of place. (Imagine a young couple of today living in something like that.)
We both worked nearby; Kenny at the Chevy garage and I at an insurance agency. Naturally, we came home for lunch. Naturally, being the little woman, I was expected to prepare lunch for both of us. What else do you make on a cold day and in a short time? Soup and sandwiches, of course. Apparently I made that too many times. I can still hear Kenny say, "Is that all you know how to cook!?" Those words were seared into my young romantic soul.

I still like soup and sandwiches. Luckily, Bud does too. There are so many different kinds of canned soups now. We could eat them all winter and seldom have the same kind unless we wanted to.

Here's to Soup and Sandwiches and Snowy Days!

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