Burnt Soup

John Smith

1968

Friday 15th March 1968

I remember this day so clearly even now. We had been married just a week. I had made a beautiful ham and lentil soup to come home to after working in the bakery. I asked my wife to stir it. When I got home, I smelled burning but my wife wouldnt say what it was. She was feart to tell me the truth. She had burnt the soup and changed it to another pot thinking that I wouldnt notice! It didnt take the smell or the taste away. My beautiful soup was scorched!

You trying to poison me? I said. I was really annoyed. you burnet my soup after I made it! I had to fling it oot in the washbasin in the sink. I was in a bad mood. A beautiful soup turned in to a waste of time. All she had to do was stir it.

She had the cheek to ask me if I would make some more soup. I said she would need to wait until the next Sunday and promise not to burn it. I did make more lentil soup. Weve been married for 40 years and she still sometimes burns the soup.