Rainy Monday Soup

The most exciting and delicious recipe you’ll ever encounter.


It was a rainy Monday, fallish, cool, and drizzly. My beautiful young wife and I returned from running some dreary errands and it was lunchtime. We were hungry and I wanted soup. Not just “heat-up-can-soup” but something, nourishing, exciting and therapeutic.
My sweet wife, knowing I’ve never made soup before in my life, wisely pulled out the soup cookbook…which I proceeded to ignore as I began banging cupboards and yanking things out of the refrigerator. I found some mushrooms, onions, peppers and bacon.
After a vigorous inspection of the recesses of the shelves I came up with a box of French onion soup broth. Before my skeptical wife’s eyes I dumped the whole box into a small pot and set it to simmer. Then I grabbed a cutting board and started chopping enthusiastically.
Soon a generous pile of mushrooms dwarfed the chopped peppers and onions. Getting into the spirit of things my wife found a clove of garlic which I added to the mix. She further advised the perhaps the peppers were not the perfect complement for onion soup, an idea which I complied with readily respecting her kitchen prowess.
Keeping an eye on the simmering broth I lightly fried some bacon, making sure to leave it soft and then cut it into bite sized pieces. Preparation complete, I dumped the whole cutting board of goodies into the broth. After about thirty seconds of stirring I announced that the soup was ready for consumption.
We dined sumptuously. I found it necessarily to voice my contentment with several appreciative mmm’s. The errands were finished, lunch was delicious, but there is only one thing that can be the perfect ending to a story like this, a nap.
It was a perfect rainy Monday.