I’ll never forget the first time I tried to make a pot of soup from scratch. My husband was sick, I was pregnant, it was snowing, and my family was 1100 miles away. I picked up the phone, “Uh Mom, can you tell me how to make good soup?” My mom patiently walked me through the process of chopping, sautéing, and adding the right spices. Luckily, the soup turned out great, and eventually, my hubby did get better.
That was the beginning of my adventures with my soup pot. It is now the most treasured item in my kitchen, and I spend a lot of time in that room. I have discovered that the soup pot seems to be as full of blessings as it is of warming food.
Our children’s first “real food” has always been Momma’s soup. They dribble and devour Veggie Beef and Barley soup as babies. Yes, it is messy. No, it isn’t a bother. To the children, discovering new food is an adventure. Of course, with twins flinging soup from here to yonder, it was a bit more of an adventure than I counted on, but a blessing none the less. They giggled and slurped, and fed more to the dogs than themselves, but that was ok too. The dogs were happy, and walls are washable. Joy can not be so easily contrived.
Now that my children are getting older, it is a pure joy to have them in the kitchen, helping make soup. Simple tasks like peeling carrots, washing potatoes, sprinkling seasonings, or helping stir the pot allow our children to feel like they have helped create something for the family to enjoy. They start helping me as soon as they are old enough to stand on a stool. To our children, cooking with mommy is looked forward to as much as an outing in the park. We make it a special and fun time, and get something yummy to eat in the deal. By 4 years old, our oldest could “write” recipes, by drawing out the ingredients, for most of the soups we make. I can only pray that they will stick with her, and one day, she can create soups from her heart to share with her family.
One night, over a steaming bowl of homemade Chicken Noodle soup, my husband commented, “I bet our girls will come home from college one day, and ask for Momma’s soup for dinner.” Of course, at that time they were 3, 1, and 1, and noisily (yet happily) spilling soup all down the fronts of their bibs! However, the statement brought tears to my eyes and warmth to my heart. You see, when I went home from college, I always asked for my mom’s spaghetti sauce. To me, it meant home, love, and comfort. The thought that my girls would feel the same about my soup was overwhelming. What a blessing it will be! My soup pot is indeed a blessing to me, and I pray that it is a blessing to others.
Here is the recipe for Veggie Beef and Barley Soup: http://queenofbrusselsprouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/veggie-beef-and-barley-soup.html
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