
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! ... (continues)


