We went to a benefit supper last night where they served two kinds of soup: chicken noodle and borscht.
I took a bowl of borscht for myself, and chicken noodle for the girls, thinking there was no way they'd like borscht.
I forgot Lizzy is a foodie.
She stole my soup, and gobbled it up.
This was our conversation after the soup was all gone:
Me: "How was my soup?"
Lizzy: "It was soooo good. We need to talk to that lady and find out the ingredients!"
Me: "You really liked it, huh?"
Lizzy: "My loved it. We should get the secret ingredients so we can make it hommeade!"
And, because she is Lizzy, she did stop one of the ladies and asked for her recipe!
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