Seinfeld famously had the Soup Nazi. Me, I have turned in to the Soup Nutsy.
At my not-so-tender age, the dentist discovered a wisdom tooth. I certainly THOUGHT I had all four wisdom teeth out — but hey, it was 35 years ago and I was on heavy pain medication at the time. What do I remember?
Anyway, the tooth had to come out, which it did. And now I can’t eat anything but soup. For a month.
The oral surgeon also offered up mashed potatoes, which I don’t like. I’ve added yogurt and pudding. And tonight, I may live large and eat a crab cake. Still, the menu choice at Chez Amundson is mostly soup or, well, soup.
The soup Nazi’s threat was always, “No soup for you!”
Sigh. I wish.