Tonight Gail made garden soup in home-made bread bowls. I love soup in a bread bowl. Tonight's soup was a creamy puree of potatoes, leeks and broccoli, all from her garden. Bread bowls are wonderful four times over. First, you get yummy chunks of the bread bowl top dipped into the soup. Next, you get the soup itself. Then you get to scrape the soup-soaked walls of the bowl. And finally, appealing to my inner twelve-year-old, you get to rip apart the bowl and eat it.
We realized tonight though that bread bowls hold a special place for us. Before we were married, Gail and I spent a New Year's Eve in Disneyland. We looked all over for a place to sit and eat, and finally settled for clam chowder in bread bowls at a stand just outside of Pirates of the Caribbean. That was over twenty five years ago and the memory sticks with us both.
How many meals can you remember from twenty five years ago?