Well I’m home now and that much closer to the “porch”. There are a lot of things that you miss being away from home and one of them is the food, your favorite and such.  When you come back home there is always a flood of memories that overwhelms your mind. My wife is a great cook and one thing she makes is well are different soups. I had asked her to fix me a big pot of homemade beef vegetable soup. Of all the things I could think of that top my list for this day. So…it is only natural that I not let a great “ponder” like this go by. 

Why does moms cooking taste the best? My mom was not always the best cook but we ate a lot like many military families did, out of a can or box from the base grocery. Our family was always moving, that’s where I guess my mom picked up the habit that quick and convenient was a good thing. But there was always  grandmother and an assortment of aunts that kept the old stove going. Ponder this…why did the food taste better? In some cases I think it was a generational thing, for example. it carries with itself reinforcements of positive childhood memories. In most cases it was a simpler time and they weren’t worried about bills and jobs and where your next paycheck is coming from. Remember how that wonderful aroma, that appealing smell…seemed to travel on clouds of anticipation from the kitchen through out the house and on a really hot day with the windows up out into the yard. For example, how about the “aroma of fresh-baked bread”? Another thing…a lot of love went into every meal. It was family crafted! Every one of those ladies knew what their family liked and they would sometimes even take a little time to adjust a recipe to fit the families taste. One other thing they could do. They could put together a last minute meal that would amaze everyone…Recall this…. “Don’t worry, I’ll throw something together.” Well Time to go to supper… I can smell that soup!