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Date: 17 October 2005 23:20:29
Recently we had the Parable of the Ear Syringe. Today we bring you another parable..... that of the SOUP!!!
Sunday was a big day for the extended Tired family. It was the Harvest celebration day. We have slightly changed this year. We have noticed that the bringing of gifts had fallen off in recent years. Whereas we used to give the gifts to elderly members of the church, or the local old folks home, there wasn't much you could do with the odd can of Spam, a marrow or a tin of peas, that passed their seel-by date in 1937. However, fans of Can't Cook, Won't Cook may have a few ideas but as a Christian site I would not endorse doing that to Ainsley.
Sport Hater was doing her first Traidcraft stall. My sister (Cool & Rational) had volunteered to cook enough soup to feed the 20 odd people who'd said they'd attend.
So it was decided that, with a husband (Bald Gardener) and the Troublesome Trucks to contend with, it would be a good idea for Sport Hater and myself to help by collecting a soup container on the way.
Arriving at some previously unheard of hour on a Sunday morning (09:30hrs), we arrived at Coll & Rational's. We collected a slow cooker full of soup and organised ourselves to go.
Cool & Rational heads off with the Troublesome Trucks. We pull away. At this point half of the contents of the slow cooker decide to part company with the container and distribute themselves over the legs of my dear wife. Cue yelp and slight scream.
Now Sis lives on a very steep hill with just enough room for 2 cars to pass. I'm halfway across the road, having pulled off. I stop the car, get out, retrieve the slow cooker and pour some of the contents into the gutter. Readers of a charitable dispostion will now write and compain at the wasted food that could have fed a small village of starving people in some remote village in the Tawe valley.
THe container is handing back to an upset wife. I start the car and slowly pull off. Cue further escaping soup, again into wife's lap. Now comes a slightly, and understandable, snappy command to stop the car now, from next to me. I pull up, as further liquid eminations avail themselves of the comfort of my wife's jeans.
Wife snaps at me. I shout at wife. Tears appear.
I leap from the car. Ok, get out in a slightly faster way than normal. Take the container and pour half of it onto the road. Again, I hear cries of reproach from certain areas. You decide what's best when you're confronted by this situation when it happens to you. Remember, "Judge not, or you'll get thumped by an irate deacon or have to contend with wife's crying!!"
Now we begin to settle down and decide that it would be a good idea to head home, so wife can change. Soup still moves precariously around the container. However, we come to our senses and decide that it would be better to deliver the soup first, lest wife ruin another outfit.
Thankfully, and this is the parable bit, we were soon laughing at the events that had occurred. Wifey stopped crying, I calmed down and peace resumed. It also helped wifey to relieve the tension she'd felt about the Traidcraft stall.
So there we have it. No matter how tense, crabby, loud or soup covered you get, there is always something that'll bring a smile to your face.
***** No meat was harmed in the spilling of this soup. Only veg. But they don't count, do they?