Cream of Tomato Soup
Fri. December 18, 2015
Yesterday in West Wales, it was a drizzly, grey, windy day. Tim was delivering a wonderful cricket table to somewhere far away and being all alone and thinking what to have for lunch, I found a tin of tomato soup. I must of bought for a sickly child. So lunch was a bowl full of nostalgia. The sweet gloop took me straight back to my childhood when it was a staple of my diet. My mother swears I only ate tomato soup (Heinz variety only), cheese and bread for many years. I am pleased to report, my taste buds are more sophisticated these days. It wasn’t quite the pleasure I remember it being. I don’t think I’ll be trying it again soon.