So I made soup last night. But it wasn't just soup. It was SOUP! It was my Mom's homemade chicken noodle soup. Where everything is homemade. And let me tell you something--it's difficult raising chickens in BYU-approved housing.
Anyway, so along with this soup, I decided to make bread bowls. Turns out, bread bowls are much better with a cream based soup, so I ended up just slicing the bread bowls and eating it with my soup.
It was fantastic, but I stayed up too late making it. So this morning when I woke up I was more groggy than usual. I reheated some soup (I love leftovers--of any kind--for breakfast) and cut off a hunk of bread bowl to go with it. I started dipping the bread into the broth and eating it that way, but after a while the bread and the broth were gone, leaving large chunks of vegetables, noodles, and chicken in the bottom of my bowl. I just stared at it for a while, trying to figure out how to eat it. Should I get more bread? But then, how would that help? The noodles would not balance well on the bread, and it would be a mess to eat. Then, miraculously, I found this strange utensil lying on the table by my bowl. It was somewhat like a small spade, but the edges were curled up on the end, forming a small shallow bowl. This would be perfect for scooping up the goodness in my bowl and escorting it to my mouth! What luck!
The end.
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3 comments:
Tee hee. You're hilarious!
Good thing you didn't have a spork laying around on your table. That would have been messy. Sporks are unnatural creations.
Mmmm. I-Hate-Snow-Soup. Sounds good.
Oh! My favorite spoon!
But yeah that soup was really good.
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