I grew up on canned soups. That was just how soup was made, right? I clearly remember the first time as a child that I had homemade soup at a restaurant. Cream of chicken, good cream of chicken. I came home begging my mother to get me some cream of chicken soup.
Imagine my dismay when I heated up a can. It definitely was not like the soup I'd had at that restaurant Aunt Cass took me to! I had seen the light.
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