Mud Puddle Soup

So the MP was inspired by Scott’s extraordinary soup making skills and decided to try his hand at it last night.

First, he had me fill a pot with warm water because his feet were cold.

He soaked his feet for 15 minutes until they were warm while reminding me he was not spilling any on the floor and yelling at the dog for looking at him.

Then he removed his shirt and dunked his head in the water. No, I don’t know why.

He rinsed the pot with warm water (and no soap as near as I could tell) while singing “Sun, sun, Mr. Golden Sun” still shirtless.

He added more warm water, cherry tomatoes, celery (chopped by me after taking the scissors away from he – we do not cut celery with scissors!!), and salt.

He let it sit while he took a bath with more singing.

He added cinnamon.

He served Scott and I each a bowl and we had to eat it.

My belly just rumbled while typing this.

I believe I should get a new badge for my Mommy sash for eating foot/head/celery/cinnamon soup and not barfing.