Wild Rice soup is a big thing in Minnesota and a staple of my childhood. My grandma gave me her recipe and I finally got around to making it. Oh did it bring me back!
I grew up in a town in Minnesota with 350 people. My great-great grandpa founded the town and it was one of those towns where everyone grew up together, everyone knew each other, etc. You couldn't get away with anything! It's also corn country, so there are a ton of farms. I took piano lessons with one of my classmates' mom and she lived out about 2 miles from my grandparents' house. I would ride the bus to my grandma's house and my grandpa drove me to my lesson. I got to spend the night at their house and then ride the bus back into town to school the next day. I absolutely loved spending the night. I always got the best food and my grandpa always made homemade popcorn with lots of butter :)
I know there are plenty of times my grandma made this soup for me. It's creamy and has lots of different textures and flavors. It doesn't look the most appetizing, but it's so good.