It was an interesting day today. I called in sick to work, for the first time in just about 6 months, I believe. Finished up a series of books, The Alvin Maker series by Orson Scott Card. Called my mom and we drove down south. We visited a friend of hers and then went to visit my Grandpa and Grandma. My Gandma is ill and very much likes us to visit.
Anyways, while down there we stayed longer than we had meant to and my husband ended up calling me twice before I headed home. But before I headed home I needed to eat something and so did my mom.
My Grandpa is an amazing cook. He can throw just about anything into a pot and make it not only edible but he makes it delicious. And he didn't want us to go out and buy some dinner when he had food in the kitchen. So he threw some food together for us. It was a wonderful soup that he put together with homemade noodles, turkey and gravy.
WOW!
I love my Grandpa and all that he does for his large family.
It is an interesting note that even though lots have tried to learn from my Grandpa how to cook, I don't believe anyone in the family can match his cullinary skills. But some have come close.
Anyways about the title. I went out to give the dogs their medicine and my brother in law walked by and said that he could smell me tonight... Odd I thought. But then he said that I smelled like soup.
Well that made my night. I am proud to smell like soup that my Grandpa made! What a great day! Even if there were some worrisome times during the day!
