Enjoying an unexpected treat: the last bowl of Dianne's black bean soup... she added the jalapenos and I added the tears

A bowl of Dianne's black bean soup was a special treat on a difficult evening

As I was rummaging through the freezer compartment of our refrigerator, I decided to pitch a few things that had been there for longer than I can remember.

One of the items I almost pitched was this container of black bean soup that Dianne had apparently saved for me the last time she prepared this tasty dish.

I was about to pitch it, because I wasn't sure what it was. Then, I opened it and saw the diced jalapenos that Dianne had carefully placed on the top of the soup before she froze it.  Aha... it has to be black bean soup.

Dianne's artistic talents flowed into her cooking skills.  Most of her meals were culinary "masterpieces".  When I really, really enjoyed one of her meals, I would always say:  "Put that on the menu!"

Dianne's black bean soup was definitely on the menu!
It seemed a bit strange eating the soup that Dianne had so lovingly prepared for me.  And, of course, I was soon spicing up the soup with my tears.

Thank you, Dianne, for remembering that someday I would be needing a special meal.  Thank you for the delicious bowl of black bean soup... and your special touch of jalapenos on top!

It was by far the best and most appreciated bowl of soup I have ever eaten!