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When I think of soup, sometimes I think about whether cereal is one. Detractors would say cereal doesn’t have meat in it to which I would respond, neither does tomato soup. The debate of whether cereal is soup or just — cereal — can be engaging and entertaining, but I think it’s more emblematic of what soup represents culturally. The debate is the most exciting thing surrounding soup because soup is not exciting in the slightest.
Soup is boring. It just is. After all, when you go to Olive Garden, are you getting breadsticks and soup or breadsticks and salad? If your answer isn’t the ladder, we might have trust issues developing and my ability to come to grips with our intellectual differences will probably be too much to overcome.
My mom did her best to instill a liking of soup in me from a young age and my dad loves to have things with broth largely due to the positive health impact, but I can’t stomach it. Don’t get me wrong, I can go for some tomato soup and crackers on occasion, or even dip a grilled cheese in it. When I’m sick I’ll go for some chicken noodle soup, but aside from that you can miss me with other world-famous soups.
Soup just doesn’t do it for me. It doesn’t make me excited for my upcoming meal. There are dozens of other menu items that would make me look forward to coming home to my mother’s great cooking before soup. It’s more of a dreadful experience and if I wanted to divulge in something so heavily liquid, I would simply grab a drink.