Don't you LOVE this sort of reaction to your "What are we having for lunch? Hmm, let's see. How about..." My witty, witty son. Harumph. I've made some killer soups, too, all thanks to Jerry Traunfeld's The Herbfarm Cookbook (his lemon verbena sorbet is the sole reason I grow lemon verbena year after year).
I had a good mind to be mildly miffed, but decided that since everyone else (under the age of 6, that is) found his bon mots absolutely HILARIOUS, I would simply serve the soup and let IT be my dignified retort (not that there IS much dignity in chicken noodle soup). Fortunately, no one gagged or spat or moaned. There weren't even any left-overs. Tomorrow I am planning a nice goulash, and I've hidden all the vowels...
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