When my husband and I were first married, he was in the military and had lived for months off of military food. We purchased a small trailer, while waiting for it to be delivered and hooked up, we lived with another young military couple for a few weeks.

All 4 of the young adults in this household had many responsibilities and lots going on with life, so the housekeeping end of things were pretty lax. One evening we all pitched in and started cleaning. There was a pan that had several days old, dried macaroni and cheese stuck all over the pan. The husband told the wife to put hot soapy water in it and let it soak.

The following day, she and I both had the morning off, so we went to do laundry at the local laundromat. We came home after lunch to find a note from our husband's saying, “Thanks for the good soup.” We looked at each other and asked, “What soup?” Neither of us could figure it out, so just figured the guys must be loosing it, and shrugged it off.

When they got home that evening we asked, “What soup were you referring to?” With that, the husband's eyes got huge, as he remembered then telling his wife to fill that pan with the old, dried macaroni and cheese with hot, soapy water and it was left on the stove for soaking. They had heated up this soap mess and ate it! Not only that, they ate half the kettle.

You can be sure; they appreciate any real food that's cooked. Its so nice to be appreciated. It's so wonderful cooking for “non-picky eaters”.