There is a serious division in the Square Toothed/Mountain Man household. It is a matter of the utmost importance and effects the fate of all mankind--at least in this house.
The subject of which I speak is soup.
My feelings for soup cannot be properly put into words. My adoration of the steaming, one-pot-wonder we call soup cannot be properly described.
Mountain Man feels quite differently.
He doesn't like soup.
This information came as a quite a surprise after fifteen years of marriage.
My response when he told me was something akin to, "You're dead to me."
More accommodating wives may have said, "Oh, no problem, we won't eat soup anymore."
In fact, since he told me, we've eaten more soup than ever before.
Now, before you think this is some kind of passive-aggressive ploy on my part, let me assure you--it's not.
You see, if there's a character trait I possess in spades, it's determination. In fact, I'm pretty sure I would have made a successful spy. I could have turned all the other spies to work for my government. I can be pretty convincing.
Just ask my childhood friend, Diane, who didn't think it would be a good idea to call up the boy she liked and ask him to the next school dance.
I talked her into it.
And now they're married...
...of course, a lot happened in between the dance and the wedding, but like any good friend, I take complete and total credit for it.
I just can't quite shake the idea that if I make a different soup every night and use my convincing charisma, that Mountain Man might look at me on evening and say, "WOW! I had NO idea soup was so amazing!!"
I mean, after all, it's soup.
Soup is versatile and can be served hot or cold, it can be made quickly or can sit around in a crock pot all day. It's cheap, easy and efficient. Soup can be made with just about anything and it goes great with my other favorite food: crackers.
Simply put: Soup is a wonder food.
So, who in their right mind doesn't like soup???
...Well... Mountain Man, I guess.
But the problem lies in the fact that I equate soup haters with clowns, Darth Vadar, stalkers and mimes. Oh, and zombies--don't forget the zombies.
So what to do when you find yourself married to the enemy?
I haven't quite figured that part out yet.
But there's one thing I know for sure: I'm grateful for Mountain Man. He eats every bowl of soup I give him.
It was potato tonight.
What are you grateful for today?