A mother's hug. A warm blanket. Tomato soup and grilled cheese. Pure comfort. On a rainy Spring afternoon when there is still a chill in the air, and you're soaked to the bone from running errands (or in my case, waiting outside in line at an audition for several hours), what promises a more comforting lunch than that familiar soup can with the red label? That is, until you flip the can around and actually look at the ingredients and scream in horror at the amount of sodium, which rivals your favorite chinese take-out.
