Friends and Soup

Anybody who comes over to my house will likely get fed if they stay long enough. I am not a chef, but no one goes hungry here. One of my very favorite things to do when I was younger, with both a dude I was dating and friends, was cook. Now, people come to my house and hang out, and I cook for them. Nobody knows if what I am making will be edible, but its a way I show people I care about them. They usually eat it, and no one has died or gotten sick (because, ServSafe). My food isn’t bad – I can cater to the tastes of the crowd. Leftovers are a hug in Tupperware. No labels give it an air of mystery. No cardamom or venison, I promise!

Somehow we got on a cooking habit with friends – either we go to their house or they come to mine, and somebody is cooking/grilling, and maybe goes home with leftovers. Is is the GenX version of the “dinner party?” A less expensive one for sure – eating in restaurants gets brutal on the checkbook and the GI tract.

My friend makes some strange combinations of foods that almost always work out. She made this soup (above) that I ate for lunch today, and I didn’t quite know what to make of it, except that it was oddly good. I love trading food with people. Leftovers are frowned on by some – why would you eat out of someone’s reject pile?

You don’t make soup and give some to a person you despise. Cooking food for someone you care about is sorta a love thing. If I ever give you soup, you’ll know how I feel.