Were you someone who feasted on fast food as a kid?

Or were you someone who carefully watched as your family

built a meal from the ground up?

Whatever the case, Dylan and Natalie will walk you through their childhood feasts.


What do you get when you put a microphone in front of two Original Soupman Soup Club Members and best-friend-bloggers, Natalie and Dylan?

A declaration of their passion for the Original Soupman’s Soups?

A recipe for a warm, happy belly hugging your heart?

Or something else…


Int. Natalie’s Apartment – Afternoon

NATALIE: Tell me about your earliest memory of food?

DYLAN:  You’re going to think it’s stupid.

NATALIE: No, I won’t. Maybe… I could. But probably not. I’ll do my best.

DYLAN:  Perfectly clear response.

NATALIE: Food. Tell me.

DYLAN:  Alright. Alright. My earliest memory of food. I have these brief flashes of being a baby. Maybe just a toddler. My grandmother would sit with me in the kitchen. She would lightly salt raw carrots. I would gnaw and gnaw and gnaw on these carrots for what felt like hours. I think it was her way of helping me teethe. But now… I don’t know. I don’t really even like carrots anymore.

NATALIE: Maybe it backfired.

DYLAN:  Maybe it did. All the same. I still have all of my teeth. I can put that one in the plus column.

NATALIE: That wasn’t so hard.

DYLAN:  And you didn’t make fun of me. I will also put that in the plus column.

NATALIE: It’s a rarity.

DYLAN:  What about you? What are your earliest memories of food?

NATALIE: My family lives and breathes food. It’s in their blood. Probably literally.

DYLAN: Cholesterol kills.

NATALIE: Now look who’s got jokes.

DYLAN:  I’d raise my hand, but it wouldn’t show up on the recording.

NATALIE: I was raised in between the hustle and bustle and rattle of the pots and pans. When I was a little, little girl… When My great grandmother was still alive… It was generational. Four generations of women in the kitchen. It was a symphony of movement. I would fetch whatever anybody needed. From the fridge. From the pantry. From the drawers. Looking in from the outside, someone would’ve probably expected me to get stepped on or something to get spilled on me. But the kitchen was a living breathing thing. Silver moving from left to right. Food being tossed and caught. IT was a sight to behold. Even if it was from a three-foot bird’s eye view.

DYLAN:  That’s a beautiful thing.


DYLAN:  What do you mean?

NATALIE: Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for you to make some kind of wisecrack.

DYLAN:  Maybe next time.

NATALIE: It’s funny how that works. Food and family seem to go hand in hand.

DYLAN: Your tastes tend to be heavily influenced by them, that’s for sure. Since I’ve moved out, all I eat is junk food. Fast food. Sometimes it’s great. It tastes like heaven. But then I’ll go over to my parents a few nights in a row… It’s like a spiritual reset. A whole new spin on an old favorite.

NATALIE: Wouldn’t say that fast food is all you eat. I mean… part of our bond is food. Heck. Soup is why we’re sitting here right now.

DYLAN: And it’s really, really good soup. Soup is kind of like Mexican food.

NATALIE: Be careful what you say next. You’re talking my side of the street now…

DYLAN:  All I’m saying is this. They both start with a basic idea. But they both are a canvas. Whatever your imagination can think of, you can create. It’s a beautiful thing.

NATALIE: I love it!

DYLAN: Alright. This show is too mushy. Let’s end it. Or make it funny. Or something.

NATALIE: Let’s recap first. Broth. Soup. Family. Friends.

DYLAN:  Concise. I like it.

NATALIE: Why not? We don’t get paid by the word.

DYLAN:  Wait… Do we get paid?

NATALIE: Thanks everyone out there for tuning in. And please don’t forget…

DYLAN:  This month? Order the lobster bisque.

NATALIE: Thirty percent off.

DYLAN:  That is… at least a third… off…

NATALIE: Almost. Almost a third off.

DYLAN: Not again… I was told there would be no math.

NATALIE: I’m Natalie.

DYLAN: And I’m Dylan.

NATALIE: #makeamemorywitheverybowl.


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