When life hands you lemons, make soup.

Dear friends,

I had a not-so-great day at work Monday.  By the time I got home, I was cranky. In fact, Mr. Mom was on the phone with Kate when I walked in and  interrupted him to ask when dinner would be ready. He said to Kate “Gotta go, hon. Mom had a bad day and her forehead is wrinkly. I need to get dinner on the table.”

I understood the wrinkly comment was about my expression — not my skin tone. And truth is, I felt much better after I ate. We had leftovers from our dinner party Saturday night — roast pork loin with spicy tomato sauce, mashed potatoes, and a lovely balsamic vegetable medley.  I never fail to appreciate the boost that a good meal can give my day.

For that reason, after we ate dinner, Mr. Mom and I spent an hour or so together in the kitchen making vegetable soup. If ever there was a tonic for life, vegetable soup is it.  Whenever life gets hectic, I tend to make bad food choices, especially at lunch. Life has been hectic lately and I have the cheese and bacon fries to prove it.

So after dinner Monday night, I announced that I needed a batch of vegetable soup to right my lunch-ship and Mr. Mom offered to help. There’s something therapeutic about couples cooking together — at least in our home — and the combination of good food on the stove and good company in the kitchen improved my day considerably.

“Honey,” Mr. Mom remarked as he chopped rosemary and I added wine to the pot, “what would you do if I ever got hit by a bus?”

“Holy cow,” I said. “I guess I’d have to get married again right away.” I barely concealed my grin.

“You could marry a famous chef,” he offered.

“No way,” I said. “I don’t think executive chefs take orders well. And you’re my perfect sous chef.”

I measured the spices and he prepped veggies and we continued to chat about our day and fill the pot with whatever caught our eye. By the time we finished, it was brimming with onions and sweet bell pepper and cabbage and garlic and corn and black beans and carrots and tomatoes and wine.

And love. Lots and lots of love.

With gratitude {for times when the best recipe for soup and life are miraculously one and the same},

Joan, who was delighted beyond words when one of her guests Saturday night suggested we name our new group the Gratitude Dinner Club

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