I made tortilla soup, like, not a fancy recipe. Everything except the onion and the green pepper was either from a can or a pouch, including the shredded chicken. It’s pretty dang good. But, like, you’re not going to come raid my fridge over it or anything.
But you guys. This dog! He sat intently by the stove the whole time I was cooking it. He drooled all over the couch while I was eating it. He did this weird stompy dance while I was putting half of it in the freezer and the other half in the fridge. And then, he stayed in the dark kitchen right by the fridge making weird lipsmacking noises.
He’s certainly liked some things before, but this was… I don’t even know. This was Sonnyboy’s jam, as the kids say.
Let’s all vow to love something the way that Sonnyboy loves tortilla soup–with surprise and delight and dancing.