I find motherhood often makes me a better person, whether I want to be or not. Take for instance, tomato soup. Despite my fondness of tomatoes, tomato soup has always turned me off. One day however, in being presented with a bowl of homemade tomato soup in front of Edie, I realized I needed to at least try it. You know that whole thing about telling kids they have to at least try it to be polite and to see if they like it. Ahem. Turns out I liked it after all. (I chalk up my former distaste of it to my complete & total distaste of all canned soups). I got the recipe and have made it a few times since.
Last week, the squirrels finally left me some decent sized (non-grape) tomatoes to pick. Thanks to the 6 inches or so of rain we got last week, all the tomatoes were split and needed to be used asap. Looking for something quick and easy and different, tomato soup it was. It was just the thing for a chilly, rainy day.