Potato soup. That is what I came up with. When you are deployed you will always hear conversations about “What is the first thing you are going to do when you get back” or “What is the first thing you are going to eat”, among other things that I will not mention. Sometimes you find yourself getting dragged into these discussions. Wow, some of the things Marines discuss to make them feel closer to home, even if for a minute.
Needless to say, I got yanked right into a food discussion. Food. That was the last thing I wanted to talk about considering our current variety of sustenance. Never the less, the mind warping fury of thought was now underway. What was the first thing I wanted to eat once I get back home? All of a sudden, the taste hit me.
No one got it. They didn’t understand why I would choose such a dish to be my welcoming home meal. Of course they wouldn’t, they are not me. Sure, a nice steak would taste delicious and be very fulfilling, but it just isn’t appealing to me as the love that my wife puts into her potato soup. The care you see her adding to her already tasty dish makes the enjoyment of savoring the flavor even better. I wish I could see the smile on her face when I told her that the first meal I want when I get home is my favorite one, her potato soup.