
Growing up, tomato soup and mushroom soup were my comfort food go-to’s. And yes, I’m talking about the condensed stuff, nothing gourmet about it. I did have one rule – the soup had to be mixed with milk. If you thinned a tin of soup with water, I was not interested. I mean, I did have standards. These days I still get a craving from time to time, but I am much more high-maintenance. I have to be feeling beyond bad to reach for a can of soup, which has happened more than I care to admit in 2020. But when I’m feeling fine and a craving crops up, I’d much rather make my own Creamy Mushroom Soup than crack open a can.
