tomato soup

I know someone wrote a money making book about chicken soup & your soul, but I've never really been fond of chicken soup. I'm more of a tomato girl myself. So today, while chilly and stuffy I gravitated toward the comfort food of my youth: tomato soup with a grilled pb&j sandwich.

Hmmm.... Campbells? What'd ya do to tomato soup!?!? Something's not right. It's not what mom used to make... thick, rich, tomatoey. Mine's missing something.... Could be the whole milk, she stirred in slowly with loving tenderness of a mommy. Could be the real peanut butter she used, not the natural crap I've got to stir. Could have been the homemade plum jam, not the sugarless goo I'm 'enjoying' these days. So, as I settle in with my lunch at my desk, I had to take a moment to pause and commemorate the wonderfulness of a soup/sandwich made for me by my mom. There's just nothing quite like it. Unfortunately.