Ahh, tomato soup. I used to hate it. While I adore Andy Warhol and his tomato soup cans, I have never been a fan of Campbell’s Tomato Soup (sorry Campbell’s). And grilled cheese? Ugh. I love the occasional slice of Wonder bread, but I’ve never liked American cheese, and wouldn’t touch the stuff with a ten-foot pole. Even now, I get irked if I find it on a burger…Like the other night, we decided to eat in the Hy-Vee Kitchen, and I got a bacon cheeseburger. I specifically asked for cheddar, but when my burger arrived, it had American cheese on it. I didn’t send it back because Jay and the bambino were just about done eating at that point, and the burgers are made to order. But I was irritated.
But a few years ago, once we had a garden going, I needed something to do with all the tomatoes Jay was bringing in. I decided to give homemade tomato soup a try, and boy was I shocked at the difference! I slurped this stuff up like it was my last meal–Which, if you know/understand my hatred of the canned tomato soups, is saying something!
We even got tiny little onions and tiny purple carrots that I tossed in (and neglected to photograph). I had to buy the celery, though. I also made some grilled cheese on the side, although mine was with some homemade bread and fresh mozzarella.
This time around, though, there weren’t enough leftovers for me to have more than one lunch. I’ll have to double up next time I make it!