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March 17, 2008


I'd be awfully tempted to open a can of chicken noodle soup, dump it in a bowl, and then pop it into the microwave. Just once. To see what would happen. Also, the outcome would make a good follow-up to this post. Plus I'm easily entertained and it isn't my Dad.

Your post made me laugh this morning. I love my dad to bits but he starts tuning out when I talk about the relationship we have with our food. He'd happily pour boiling water over Lipton Cup-a-Soup most days of the week.

Your dad's a hoot. And, yes, Campbell's soup would be just fine for him. And I'll bet he could even make it his OWN self. With some bruschetta on the side, of course.

Our dads are cut from the same cloth. Taco Bell is too ethnic for mine (but a Reser's beef and bean burrito with ketchup is tolerable).

The "manly bruschetta" sounds fantastic. But if it takes too long... how about some frozen fish fingers?

MISQUOTE!!! I said 90 seconds, not 10! Sometimes I have a little trouble with the electric can opener!

Dad: Misquotes are my specialty!

Adele: Gorton's fish tenders would make a fine working man's lunch.

Heather: How about leftover pizza? Though he did end up liking the bruschetta after all that.

Sally: Yes, he could definitely make canned soup himself. Then, it's settled. I'll leave a can and a can opener on the counter from now on.

Gillian: Maybe it's a generation thing?

Ann: Consider it done. I would tell him "save the drama for your mama," except you have no idea what he puts his mother through. Poor Nonni.

heh... my dad was the same way. he lived on broccoli and cheese soup and spaghetti and meatballs.

also, he hated the enormous portions served in american restaurants, and once ordered "2 pieces of rye bread, 2 slices of ham and 1 slice of cheese" at a diner.

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