I'm not sure that anyone wants soup on a sunny day, but I kinda have this odd tradition.
When I have bronchitis I crave potato cheese soup.
I think this is because the very first time I got sick, mom came over and made me some from scratch.
8 years later... I now dub it a tradition.
I called her up and said " Mom, I really want your soup"
Mom: "Oh, I can't make it today, because dad has an appointment"
Me: "Oh okay. Don't worry about it."
A couple of hours later I get a call
"I remembered that Hoff's Hut has the soup and we are coming over with some right now".
I thought... "I could kiss her"...and when she got here I did!
Thanks mom, for still treating me like your little girl when I'm sick.
It means the world to me.