It’s funny living in a small town.  This evening while trying to catch up with my family who was hightailing it to the car due to some not-so-controlled-behavior at a downtown holiday event, I passed the local jewelry shop.  Peering in, I was hoping to spy one of my neighbors/JJ’s classmate’s mama.  Instead, I saw a friend from church/book group/the Dee.  She opened the door and pronounced,

“Apparently you’ve been recruited to make soup.”

“Ah, sure!  I love to make soup!”

“For the gathering for next week:  do you have any soups you are known for?”

Which I do.  But it’s not so much my recipe as the highest-rated soup recipe on the Cooking Light website, because when in doubt, go for the lots-of-stars/lots-of-comments recipes.  And add garlic:  mmm, garlic.

Then my friend went on to question whether it would be okay to have store-bought bread (yes:  it’s just a vehicle for the yummy soups) and talked about making her black bean vegetarian soup that she made last night, except it had kidney beans, and she threw in ground beef, and then was appalled that her family thought it was chili.  Because it wasn’t:  it was her black bean (but really kidney bean) vegetarian with ground beef soup.  Duh.

If I lived in a big town, I would probably not have that conversation on a cold December Friday night in a jewelry store.

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