I have wonderful memories of coming into my Grandmothers house on a cold winter day and smelling delicious soup. She never wasted any food and her soup was always different. A spoonful of corn, one piece of chicken, etc. went into the pot and simmered all day. I love soup as do my children and grandchildren. Only problem is my husband who is President of the Picky Eaters Club!!! He will not eat any cream based soup, or any with tomato, or any with beans. So, over the years I got smart and made soup for the rest of us and soup just for him. Sure, more work, but at least we all ate in peace.