It's amazing how a little thing like a soup bowl can bring back a flood of memories.
When I was a kid and we stayed home sick with a cold my mother always gave us soup. Nothing new about that right? But the best part about ingesting large quanities of soup was the bowls she gave us. It wasn't until years later that I realized that these special soup bowls were french onion soup bowls like the one about that I found on Cooking.com recently. Only hers had a little lid on it to keep it warm and rested on a a little wicker plate underneath.
There was always something special about getting my soup in this special contraption that made me feel better.