Again With The Soup??

I'm a big fan of soup; I could eat soup twice a week and be a happy woman. My Beloved, maybe not so much. When I trotted out our third or fourth pot of soup in less than a month, his body English said, "Enough with the soup, lady!" He's from New York - he has eloquent body language.

Turkey soup, made from the simmered bones of Thanksgiving with carrots, onions and celery in the broth, then strained to remove the bones and used-up veggies. I picked the meat off the bones and added that to the soup. Once all the goodies were in the pot, I added new sliced carrots, some frozen peas, some sliced green onion and broken vermicelli for the final heating.

We each ate two bowls of soup - notice, please, that the body language did not translate into reluctance once the soup was on the table. I couldn't finish my second bowl, so Cora got some, too, and I had only enthusiastic body language from her - she has a way of dancing on her hind legs that indicates strong approval.

Message received from the boy, however. I'll wait a while before making another pot of soup.