You are welcome, Cookie, I personally favor, hands down without a doubt, my father's pea soup, so many memories ~ he put cut hotdogs in it to entice us children to eat it when we were younger, very thoughtful and creative if you ask me, loving too, but that was my father, a great man and an exceptional cook, so now I can't even eat pea soup without cut hotdogs, funny how a certain food will bring back excellent memories.
Here is another great memory associated with food: in the summer my father would entice us kids to eat vegetables by taking us to the park 1/2 mile down the street every night if we ate our vegetables (in our house we always had a minimal of 2 vegetables dishes each evening) and somehow, it got to be all the kids in the area ~ we can remember when we were getting in my fathers, 1964 Rambler station wagon, the neighbor mother's coming out and saying which of their children can go with us because they ate their vegetables hahahah my father would have kids jammed in that vehicle going to the park. And he took us ALL too, sometimes another mother had to load her car so all the ones that didn't fit in my father's car could go because they ate their vegetables.
My father told us that he would run into the neighborhood kids (now as adults with their own children) from time to time and they would always say they were eating their vegetables and were getting their children to eat them too and reminisce with my father, such a fond legacy for him.
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