Last night I made Broccoli Cheese soup--it turned out pretty well. I had just enough to take to work for lunch, gotta love it. I go down to the break room to heat it up for lunch, transfer the soup into a bowl, things are still looking good. I put the soup in for a minute--too cold. Another minute--just perfect. I wedge the microwave door open and grab my soup. But wait! The flimsy paper bowl bends completely in half. Flashback to Niagra Falls.
Below is a list of everything that this soup hit when it went flying, in order of importance:
1. My boss
2. My co-worker
3. My pants (and we're not talking a few little sprinkles)
4. The table
5. The wall
6. The chair
7. The other chair
8. The coffee maker
9. The floor
10. The microwave
11. My shirt
12. My sweater
13. My work ID badge
You get the picture. But I'm going to go ahead and hand it to myself right now. Did I overreact? No. Did I scream, yell, huff and puff or anything of the like? No. Did I even try to scrub the Broccoli Cheese soup off of my clothes? No. In fact, I cleaned up the damage, sat down and enjoyed some dang good soup (What was left of it). So, in true Sirrine Family style--it's not a meal until you spill something.
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haha.. as a Sirrine.. I can appreciate this. That is the joke in our house.
ReplyDeleteWe had some good broccoli cheese soup the other night too.
ReplyDeletehehehe yummmmmmm. if you spilled it on me, i'd just eat it. yummmm.
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