Soup Seldom Makes a Meal

I’m a meat-and-potatoes kind of guy. When I think of dinner, I’m thinking of a good, hearty meal that I can stick a fork in, cut with a knife, or pick up with my bare hands. 

I want something substantial, something that says, “now that was a meal!” 

I don’t like soup. You can’t eat soup with a fork. You can’t pick it up with your fingers. You can’t cut it with a knife. What can you do with soup? You can sip it. You can stir it. You can slosh it. If you’re not careful, you can spill it. Soup isn’t a meal, it’s what you get before a meal instead of salad. (Salad isn’t a meal, either. Don’t get me started on salad!) 

Do you know what they serve with soup? Crackers. Do you know why they serve crackers with soup? To make it more substantial. Has anyone ever said, “This steak is nice, but you know what would make it better? Add some crackers!” Of course not! When I was growing up, the only time I enjoyed soup was when I had a cold and Mom fixed chicken noodle soup. 

That’s right, the only time I liked soup was when I was too sick to know any better. Soup was something that came in a can. You plopped out the contents of the can, then added another can-full of water to it. Soup was warm water with a hint of flavoring. There were a few exceptions, like my sister-in-law’s homemade chicken noodle soup, with its big chunks of chicken, and the zupa toscana at Olive Garden, which features nice bits of sausage. (Sausage is like the back-up quarterback of bacon.) 

But generally, I didn’t like soup. And then, I got married. And my wife started making me soup. And slowly but surely my anti-soup stance started to soften. 

Over the years, she’s gotten to me with her taco soup (which is meaty, like a chili); her ham and potato chowder (ham is the very skilled third-string quarterback to bacon and sausage); and even her cheese and broccoli soup (which doesn’t even have meat in it, but is still excellent!) 

They are all delicious, and I enjoy eating them. But, whenever she says, “we’re having soup,” part of my brain still thinks back to the days of emptying out a can of glop and then adding another can of water. I guess you could say I don’t like the idea of soup, but when it comes down to the actual substance of the soup my wife makes, I like it a lot. 

Even if I can’t eat it with my bare hands. For more funny-ish stuff, check out (Capell is a Serve Daily contributor.)

Joseph Capell
Joseph Capell
Joe Capell is a husband and the father of four children. When not herding the kids or working, he enjoys writing funny-ish things for the amusement of others. He’s also fond of naps and eating ice cream with his wife.

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