I'm craving a hot bowl of hearty home-made soup. But I'm not in the mood to make it. Ha! Anyone want to send me some of their leftovers?
I read an article in the San Francisco Chronicle yesterday titled "The Gift of Soup." The writer, Amanda Gold, packed up containers of soup for all her friends that had babies. I'm so jealous. I would love it if someone brought me some yummy home-made soup.
Wait a minute. My neighbor Elaine did that last week. Love her. She surprised us and brought over turkey soup. It was awesome on so many levels. One, it was delicious. Two, I didn't have to cook. Three, there was a lot of it so Don had it for lunch the next day. Four, I didn't have to make a ginormous mess in the kitchen making it. It was awesome.
Don made some homemade corn bread to eat with it. It was perfect. His cornbread is the best. He adds creamed corn, diced jalapeno and cheddar cheese. He bakes it in the cast iron skillet. mmm, mmm, mmm. There is nothing like cornbread from a southern boy.
So the next time you make a big 'ol pot of soup and the freezer is a tad full, think of a neighbor that has a houseful of kids, or your friend whose husband is always traveling, or just a busy working mom with a blog that loves soup. You can surprise her with a Tupperware bowl of soup. Trust me, you will make her day.
Happy Monday! Stay warm.
PS. Elli and I always thank our neighbor by delivering fresh, hot cookies whenever we bake. I think they like the cookies. We keep getting soup.