Chicken Noodle Soup

There were many reasons I loved going to my Grandma’s house when I was younger. If you ever met her, she was a fun woman to be around. She was always a bit on the edge, and there was always a chance she would say something hilarious. I’d bring my friends over to her house to play Monopoly, and we’d playfully push her buttons by making dirty jokes. She’d always say, “That must be a double entendre!” and I never knew what she meant. She stocked a cabinet full of snacks she knew I liked to try and convince me to come over. It was an excellent technique. She’d have popcorn, cranberry juice, crackers, and so much more. Her only downfall was Diet Pepsi. No soda should say “diet” in the title, nor should they say Pepsi. One of my favorite things about going to my Grandma’s house was when I used to stay the night. She’d make me this “Campbell’s Homestyle Chicken Noodle Soup,” and it was delicious. I could eat cans and cans of that soup. I loved it. For lunch today, I got chicken noodle soup from a market nearby. It wasn’t nearly as good as my grandma’s (Campbell’s) homestyle chicken noodle soup. I haven’t had a can of Campbell’s since my grandma died. I don’t think that was on purpose; I just never ate it if I wasn’t at her house. My mom started buying it for my school lunch, but that started to get old quickly. Anytime I think about chicken noodle soup, I think about my wonderful grandma, and I fucking love chicken noodle soup. It’s weird how we associate certain things with certain people. I love to associate things. It makes things feel more special. Chicken noodle soup would make me smile anyway, but now it is even better. I’m worried about ever eating Campbell’s again because what if it is shit? I was watching How I Met Your Mother yesterday, and there was an episode where one of the main character’s dads died. One episode was all about what his father’s last words were to him. When my parents die, it will kill me. I get the shivers just writing that. I think I’ll be a very different person. I remember the last thing my grandma said to me. It was actually a text because the last time I saw her, she wasn’t very responsive. She sent me an eggplant emoji, a water emoji, and then a wink face. She said, “Your father tells me this is the cool new thing to send.” I know that was my dad who sent it, but I don’t care. I want to think she sent it on her own. I still had old voicemails from her on my phone, but I lost them when I got a new one. She was a cool lady, and I’m glad her last words were kinda weird. I’d want nothing else. Sorry for the bad grammar in this post. I wrote this on my break very quickly! Happy Friday, everyone!