Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup

When I was younger, I could remember everything! I could remember word-for-word conversations that I had with people, I could even remember what the people were wearing and what I, myself, was wearing!

Something has happened as I've progressed into my late twenties, though. Something sad and something that needs to be mourned. My poor brain cells! Where have they gone? Please, let's take a moment!

I had a good story to blog for you today. Something funny happened. The thing is, I can't remember what it is! The even sadder thing is that I turned to my friend after said event and mentioned that now I had something good to blog about!

Before we go on, let me just apologize for ending that last sentence in a preposition. I hate doing that. But, every body's doing it!!!!!! I'm choosing to let it go because I didn't like my alternative sentence, which did not end in a preposition!

Oh, this is so frustrating, between my memory going and now ending sentences in prepositions! What's happening to me? It's a dark road I'm traveling down, I tell ya!

Back to my story. Thankfully that between my friend's memory and my memory and the lovely entity that is technology we were able to, through text conversation, remember my Missyism!

Last Sunday I experienced a terrible, horrible, no good, rotten headache. I could feel the evil little elves inside my head banging on my lobes with hammers and cackling evil cackles. Stupid evil elves, I thought!

After some rest and tons of Advil, the headache had slightly subsided and hunger started to set in. (See, there's that damn preposition again, ruining my perfect grammar!)

All that I wanted to eat was some good ol' fashioned Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup. We actually had some in the pantry, too! Perfect!

I got the soup from the pantry, opened it with a hand held can-opener, which I resent by the way, because I want a plug-in, electric, one, I've discovered! Anyways, I opened this delicious goodness, poured it into a pot and started to heat it up. As I waited patiently for the warm nutrition to be ready, I fantasized about this Chicken Noodle Soup and how good it was going to taste and reminisced about how long it had been since I had some!

Before I knew it, (because we have a gas stove now!) the Chicken Noodle Soup was ready! I spooned a bunch in a bowl (because we don't have a ladle, we're pitiful, I know), making a big soupy mess in the process. Later, Dave would question, "How did you get soup everywhere?" (Everywhere referring to under the burner, on the counter, in the sink...I've got talent, I tell ya!).

I took my bowl and settled in comfortably on the couch, scooped the perfect bite of soup on the spoon (it had just the right amount of noodles, chicken and broth) and slowly and cherishing, took my first bite...

Hmmm...this soup doesn't taste at all like I remember when I was a kid, I thought disappointed. It tasted so, so, soooooooooo salty! Have my taste buds changed? Did I not notice this salty taste when I was a kid? What was going on? (Preposition again, I know, I apologize).

I took another bite, thinking it was just me, that somehow, this second bite would taste differently, taste normal.

Nope! Still salty.

Then, it dawned on me. Realization slowly came around and my little brain wondered, "Was I supposed to put water in the soup before I heated it up and ate it?"

Apparently, folks, when you buy Condensed Chicken Noodle Soup you're supposed to add water to it, and then it will taste just like it did when you were growing up.

It seemed only fitting that I end that last sentence in a preposition.

To my defense, though, I checked every other "modern" chicken noodle soup in our pantry and you don't have to add water to any of those! In fact, the label clearly states, "Do not add water." Granted, they're not "condensed," but, who's really checking, anyways?