![]() “Every year when I was growing up, we spent Christmas Eve at my Grandma’s house. Every year for dinner, we had her delicious Steak Soup and rolls. We never had the soup any other time, just Christmas Eve. My brother didn’t like it since he didn’t care for soup, but everyone else loved it! “One year we all sat down to dinner and started eating the Steak Soup. Somehow, it just wasn’t quite as good as usual, but no one said anything; we didn’t want to make Grandma feel bad. Grandma took one bite of her soup, jumped up, and went into the kitchen. Then she called out, ‘I forgot to put the tomatoes in the soup!’ No wonder it tasted odd! “I haven’t spent Christmas Eve at my Grandma’s house for a long time now, but every year on Christmas Eve I make Steak Soup for dinner. Somehow, nothing else seems right.” |