When I was a kid and money was tight in our house, my mother (a fantastic chef and an even better baker) sometimes served us what she called “soup over rice.” It looked just like this but it was a can of Campbell’s beef vegetable soup on a pile of rice. I loved it. For my birthday dinners, it was what I would request every year. And she’d say, “But I could make this or that…” suggesting meals which were much fancier or nicer, and I’d say, “But that’s my favorite!” So she would make it, and I’d eat two or three plates of it. Years later, I realized that she was trying to do something special for me, and all I wanted was canned soup on white rice. I felt bad and I told her. She told me, “Are you kidding? Dinner prep took like ten minutes and there were almost no dishes on those nights. THANK YOU!”