the girl arrives and brings the little girl. since she lately admits to liking peas, we are hopeful that this is the year the little girl will join the pea soup club. to set the example, i devour a small bowl in her presence, smacking my lips while i extol its creamy goodness. when i offer some, she says she wants only a "no-thank-you-taste" on the smallest spoon i have. i suggest she close her eyes, afraid the green color may scare her off. she does, but at the last moment, she pulls away - and i have lost.
i send the girl home with a heaping container of the soup. i'm hopeful the little girl's father will have more success with her than i did. if not, there's always the freezer - or all the more pea soup for him and for me.
3 comments:
This soup has nice smell what you can't forget. You just help me here to miss its delicious smell again. Thanks!
I think there's nothing like the taste of home made pea soup. Let's hope the little girl learns to appreciate it.
pea soup update: the little girl tasted it, liked it, then changed her mind. better luck next year...
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