Memories are a funny thing. A few words, a smell, a sight, can trigger a forgotten memory and instantly transport you into the past. This happened to me this past weekend when I opened up our Wild Rice Soup recipe post so that I could make dinner.
In that post, from January 24th 2012, I talk about the first snowfall of the season with our then Baby Boy (who is now a Toddler, and with a Baby Boy brother!). Here is what I wrote:
So what did Baby Boy think of the first snowfall he got to go out and frolic in? (His first was the day he was born, but he was in no condition to play in it.)
Well, he was unsure. He must have thought, “What is this stuff? It’s too bright out here. It’s cold. I can’t walk around. I can’t eat or lick it. Why the heck did you people bring me out here anyway?” So while he was content to hang out in my arms for a few minutes, looking around at the white stuff puzzled, he didn’t want anything to do with the snow itself.
When I read this I was suddenly mentally transported back to last January, when we bundled up our little guy and took him outside. It was a bright, sunny, and cold winter day. I remember walking around the yard pointing out the snow and the trees, and him just taking it all in but not really interested in getting down (he had only just begun to walk then). Rachel took a beautiful photo of him; his bright blue eyes and rosy little cheeks contrasting the white snow around him.
Then I came back to the present. I was making the Wild Rice Soup to warm our bellies after a day spent playing out in the snow with now Toddler Boy. Unlike last year, he very much enjoyed the snow and being outside. He didn’t care that it was cold, and he thought it was funny that he could stomp around in the snow and leave footprints. He licked it and ate it. And he wasn’t quite ready to go inside when I was. His brother, our new Baby Boy, only just recently turning 4 months old, had zero interest in the snow. Everything I said about the older one last year I can say about the younger one this year.
How quickly time goes! It is truly bittersweet seeing these little ones grow up before my eyes. And moments like the other day, when my memories stir and I recall them when they were so much tinier, only re-enforces that our special time with them is fleeting. I try to keep this in mind; when they are being overly clingy, want only to be held, want me to wrap them up and snuggle them – I am happy to oblige.
So, now that I am finished being nostalgic, let’s talk a new soup recipe! Cheeseburger soup.
I told a couple people at work about Cheeseburger soup, some were like “Hmmm” unsure, others were “Sounds awesome!”. The later is true. This soup is awesome. It is creamy and cheesy, hearty, and very much a wonderful soup to warm you on a cold winter day. It was pretty easy to make, and not very time intensive, which goes a long way when cooking with little ones.
Adapted from: Navy Wife Cook