I remember one day, we talked about our favorite food as an icebreaker.
I'm sure the conversation started with him asking "So, what's your favorite food?"
Followed by me replying, "I've been eating tomato soup for the past few days. I guess I'd have to say tomato soup."
I get randomly fixed on a certain food for a while, until it gets old. Tomato soup however, didn't seem to get old. There was something about the simplicity of making it. I also loved the texture. I put a can amout of milk in it and stir, the milk makes the soup creamier. It's like eating warm silk. The taste is unique; sweeter than ketchup, but you can still taste the tomato.
His eyes seemed to light up. "That's my favorite too! I could eat it forever," he said with excitement.
"Really?" I asked with a nervous giggle.
He nodded, "Yes, of course." He sat there and just smiled at me for a minute, then a look of slight concern crossed his face.
"Wait, what kind?" he asked, trying to make sure I had good taste.
"Campbell's." I said with confidence. The look of cencern was gone.
"Oh my gosh! It's the best." he said all excited.
I added, "I don't think I've had any other kind."
"Me either." he said with a smile that could melt your heart. At that moment, I could feel myself turn to Jell-O. Uh oh, I could feel myself developing a crush on him. I thought it was great. I went home that day and saw tomato soup in a whole new way. People say that it's just another comfort food, but to me, it's heaven on earth.
