Soup is hands down my favorite meal. I can't resist a steaming pot of hot soup. Sure, I will eat it as an appetizer or with salad, but give me a bowl of soup alone and I am a happy camper. Even better, add a slice or two of buttered sourdough and I am in heaven.
When I get a hankering for soup, I am much like my father. I just look through the refrigerator and make a batch from whatever looks good. I affectionately call this OAR soup (Once Around the Refrigerator). Favorites? I have several. To name a few off the top of my head... Clam Chowder, Cream of Artichoke, Butternut Curry, Minestrone and the classic Chicken Noodle. Let us not forget Hot & Sour.
All of us have our own "comfort food." It is whatever food we associate with making us feel better. For some, it's a Big Mac. For me, it is any kind of soup. My sister Melissa's comfort food, as strange as this may sound, is elbow macaroni covered in a can of stewed tomatoes. My depression-era Illinois-raised mother fed us this quite often as I believe it to have been her comfort food as well. If I added a bit of broth, could I classify this as a soup?