I love soup, and I love making soup.
Cranky is less avid. He has always thought soup wasn't real food. He needed chunks, knives, texture.
That didn't stop me. I've been making soups ever since ever, and I wasn't going to stop.
Guess what. Cranky fell in love with soup. Over time, admittedly. I would have to make him lumpy soups to persuade him he was really eating. Even so, I continued to make my smooth soups, and he happily consumed them, usually with a slab of bread.
Today, he ate this beautiful cream of asparagus soup without any bread at all. The soup was so nourishing (made with silken tofu as well as a few glugs of cream), that we didn't feel the need for embellishments. It was filling.
Spring-tasting, with a little dill, shallot, white pepper, salt, and robust vegetable stock.
Oh. And Cranky MADE this soup.
He is still going around the house snapping his fingers, he's so proud.