The boys and I were enjoying this unusually crisp weather and decided that the cows weren’t the only ones that deserved some extra “stick-to-the-ribs” type food. They asked for some soup suitable for the weather and not from a can in the pantry. Jamison professed that it “has to have some major cheese in it.”
I had the boys help me find a recipe, and being 10 and 14 years old, Jamison and Austin rose to the occasion and choose a bacon and cheese soup. Not the healthiest selection, but honestly, what’s not to like? “A soup with bacon and cheese-my two favorite things foods on earth.” Jamison reminded me, although he was stretching it by calling them “food.”
Immediately cheese grating and frying bacon sounds and smells filled my kitchen. All of the ingredients were placed into a tremendous pot that I save for just these occasions. The boys were bouncing around with excitement as the aroma began to fill the house. Then I introduced the boys to one of the most fabulous things in my kitchen. I knew that once this tool appeared, I would have Jamison hooked. I wasn’t disappointed. Whenever tools are involved my youngest son is completely on board.
This kitchen tool garnered even more interest than I could have imagined. I carefully took the immersion blender out of the drawer. Jamison gasped in anticipation, “Oh Mom, you mean it?” Whoa, you are bringing out the ‘big guns.’ That is the coolest. Does Dad know about this?” Jamison’s green eyes danced as he carefully plugged it in, placed his feet shoulder width apart, took a cleansing breath, steadied himself, and blended with all his might. We had a perfectly smooth soup complete with several orange, cheese-colored splatters lacing my kitchen cabinets and floors. Austin danced around trying not to step in the little cheese puddles on the floor.
As the soup was simmering away, Jamison decided to have a break and produced his iPad with Amazon.com already pulled up. I must admit that I love Amazon.com and I have passed the love on to him. He began showing me a few items that interested him for his upcoming birthday when we suddenly heard the scariest, most obnoxious groan come from the pot of simmering soup. I turned to the stove and gasped, suddenly unable to close my mouth in disbelief. Jamison turned to the stove and his legs were moving up and down furiously, but he wasn’t going anywhere. We witnessed an orange bubble raise the pot lid and peek out. Then the round, pulsating bubble grew angry and really let us have it.
The lid on the pot was pushed up by an enormous amount of angry cheese that felt it was being ignored. The smooth cheese and bacon soup that Jamison patiently blended had somehow had the temperature raised and retaliated by removing its lid, spitting all over my upper cabinets and ceiling, running down the sides of the pot, overfilling the wells on the stovetop, and running down the front of my stove with gooey fury. The gas burners licked a few flames up as I reached to turn the burner off. Jamison ran over to the stove to inspect the damage. He promptly slipped in a cheesy puddle and proceeded to slide across my now slick floors just like he was sliding into home base in baseball. An ever-growing cheese puddle had coated my floor converting my kitchen floor in a ‘slip and slid.’
Austin immediately had to get in on the action once he realized that he couldn’t get blamed for this catastrophe. He stomped into the kitchen heavy footed splashing cheese soup with every step while The Mighty Thor, the boys’ white, miniature poodle, was hot on his heels. Thor was now decorated with orange splotches in his curly, white hair, and he proceeded to put his little tongue to work quickly slurping away at the gooey mess.
John, arriving from home from work, opened the door and then just as quickly closed the door. I nervously looked toward the door as he slowly opened it again, hoping that the scene had changed. Jamison was the first to speak, “We had an explosion Dad! It was so cool, like a volcano with lava. It was like a loud b-b-b-boom. It was atomic and supersonic and some other ‘ics’ that I don’t even know yet.” John searched for words, but nothing could really be said that would change the situation. When you have been married for a while, words no longer need to be spoken. The boys were directed to strip and head for the showers, Thor was relocated to his kennel, and I sat in an orange, gooey mess complete with cheese-soaked clothes.
That night we had pizza for dinner. Although pizza didn’t exactly embrace the cozy, warm, winter weather cuisine I was wanting, it was certainly a safer option.