soup

Story time.

So the other day, there must have been a dinner at the church where the daycare is at, as an older man came around with leftover vegetable soup asking if anyone wanted any. I raised my hand. Gleefully. Ha. (I then promptly forgot to take it home for the next 2 days, but hey, I was excited).

So I took it home and threw it in a pot to thaw it out and heat it up for supper - then decided it needed beefed up a bit. So I added various vegetables and some more broth and a myriad of spices. It still wasn't quite where it needed to be, and I decided all it would take was some more corn. So I trekked to my parents canned goods stash in the garage, and grabbed the first jar of corn that I saw. Added it to the soup, without really really checking out the contents... turns out it was pickled corn. Fantastic.

Thus ends story time.

Seems as though I've had many more musing of a much more philosopical kind... but right now they're not coming to mind and the story of the soup amuses me much more. And that's that.