One of my fondest memories as a kid and life-changing, was when I was around six years old. My father and I were home alone on a Saturday and we decided to have Campbell’s Tomato soup for lunch. After emptying the contents of the can into a saucepan to heat over our kitchen stove, he poured a half can of milk in and started stirring.
As I observed this culinary experience from the mind of a six-year-old, I pointed out to my dad that the instructions on the can called for a full soup can of milk.
“I think it tastes better with a half can. You don’t always have to follow the directions.”