Dinner: Not a bagel

No, in fact, dinner this evening is Chunky Chicken Vegetable soup (with a bagel) - but the bagel is not the focus of the meal, but more of an accent, so I feel like I am making some progress. Mark brought the soup over after my evening class.

And yes, I know that Chunky Soup is gross, but look: I love it, OK? The fact that I ate a bowl of it in the middle of my last breakup (yes, really, right in the middle) and did not develop a taste-aversion to it (despite having to avoid almost everything else associated with that one - sadly, including a jar of homemade jam) speaks loudly to my affection for this soup/stew/whatever. I ate it when I was a kid.

Although, I guess on that logic, I could follow this with a handful of Playdough for dessert.