in the family I grew up in, we all love soup! cream-based soup, broth-based soup, soup w/meat, soup w/veggies, soup w/meat AND veggies; stews, chowders, chilis — if it’s better off in a bowl than on a plate, we’re all for it! 
that’s not to say we don’t like “other” food, too, but we’ll stretch “soup season” from early Fall into late Spring if we think the weather will let us get away w/it… (I’d do soup in the Summer, if I could, but I have yet to convince my DH of the joys of cold soups, dangit)
I try not to inflict soup (in any of its various incarnations) on my family TOO often, maybe only 1-2x/wk, but every once in a while I just start CRAVING soup in some form or another and I drag my family along for the culinary ride… last night it was my grandmother’s fantastic homemade beef chili recipe (which my family fortunately all like very much 
), in which I used double the amount of sausage called for b/c I had a blonde moment and forgot I already had a pound of unfrozen sausage (which could’ve easily been halved) waiting patiently in the fridge for precisely this very occasion, so I thawed out a pound of frozen sausage and used the whole thing; I only discovered the package of still-unfrozen sausage as I was hauling the shredded cheddar out for topping… GAH. oh well. I’m sure we’ll have chili again at least once before Easter…
