A soupcon of soup and sun*

*Already, I have to admit to cheating a little with the title, all for the sake of a snappy tagline - read on for more details.
Oh yes, and while we're on the subject of cheating, judging by the viewing figures for my confessional bonus post yesterday, it would seem that a lot of you were expecting me to finally admit that I have been casting a great slur upon my wife's character and made up everything that I've posted.
So sorry to have disappointed you.


A few days ago, Julie was feeling hungry, but not hungry enough to be cooking a proper meal - and that's for the size as much as not being bothered with the hassle. After a brief rummage in the cupboard, she came out with a small microwaveable snack meal.

As you can see, it's most definitely NOT a soup.

In it went, and a short while later, PING! it was ready.
Julie must have been hungry, because, as I was putting some bread into the toaster, I heard her exclaim in pain.

That'll teach me to try and be sarcastic...

Paint it, tasty

Julie, my wife, is an absolute gem herself. What makes it even better is that her mouth sometimes goes faster than her brain and wires get crossed and then things don't quite come out as she intended. Sometimes, admittedly, there is a lack of knowledge involved too, but generally these gems occur out of sheer tongue-trippery.


In any event, sit back and enjoy the show.


This particular gem occurred late one night in bed when neither of us could sleep. Out of the ether floated this question. Never mind the fact that consommé is a thin soup, how on earth did Julie come up with something as specific as Japanese ceiling paint? 
One to file under 'random', I think.