Mmm, Mmm Good!

Did you know that January is National Soup Month?!

Well it is.

As soon as I heard this I knew I simply could not let the entire month go by without giving soup the proper credit it deserves.

To not acknowledge soup would be like the time Hilary Swank didn't thank Chad Lowe for his support after winning that Oscar and well, we all know what happened to them.

I wasn't sure how to give soup its kudos, or croutons as the case may be, so in the end, I decided to write the object of my affection a love poem.

Ode To Soup

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
My love for soup, 'tis not a phase.

It started years ago with the classic chicken noodle,
Now I'm about the whole kit n' kaboodle.

Bisques are divine, spicy soups have a pop,
While cream based soups are indeed the "cream" of the crop.

There are rice soups and vegetable soups, gumbos and barley,
And french onion soup is particulary gnarly.

No, I can't marry soup but that doesn't mean it's not worth getting,
You can even tempt me with a soup called "wedding".

Soup can be eaten anytime, day or night,
Before a meal or as the main course,
It fits just right.

Sometimes soup has a companion or two,
Like a salad or a sandwich, anything will do.

Because soup is so delicious, slurping solo or duet,
A skyline of crackers served over the alphabet.

So grab yourself a spoon, a bowl and a pot,
Soup is best served warm, so get it while it's hot!

Yes, soup, glorious soup, you know it's true,
I am completely-- bowled over--for YOU.