Soup

Quiche Thursday took an interesting turn several weeks ago when Ms Awesome suggested I not make a quiche, because she was making soup the day before and would have enough for lunch on Thursday.

So I didn't make a quiche, and Ms Awesome made a beautiful pumpkin and vegie soup with risoni. 

When I got to her place I was in the next room playing with X-Man and I heard the fridge open and Ms Awesome shout.

When I got to the kitchen she was standing in front of the fridge with the door open and there was orange stuff all over the floor.

I said the only thing I could think of.

I said "please tell me that's the soup".

She laughed for a long time, and we cleaned up the mess on the floor. Then we opened the fridge and saw the soup all over the inside of the fridge, and we laughed some more.

So we cleaned that up as well and had leftover sausage rolls for lunch, and that was how Soup Thursday was born.

Since then there have been two Soup Thursdays, and I am delighted to report that on neither occasion has the soup resembled vomit. 

Last week Ms Awesome made a wonderful chicken soup with home made stock, and mine still had some bones in it.

We laughed about that too.

Grammar ninja

The misuse of punctuation irks me, and I am usually able to restrain myself from explaining to people that they are idiots, getting out a big black texta to fix things, or sending notices back to school with corrections marked in red pen.

But yesterday I saw something that I just couldn't let pass.

Supernerd and I were on our way to a local cafe for breakfast when we walked past another cafe with an A-frame blackboard outside, advertising the inclusion of tapas on their menu.

The trouble was, they'd written tapa's. Every single time. Three times on each side of the blackboard.

I saw it as we walked towards it, inwardly groaned, and was almost about to walk past it and keep going when I realised three important things.

Firstly, it was just chalk on a blackboard, so it was going to be really easy to fix.

Secondly, there was nobody sitting outside the cafe, so nobody but Supernerd would witness what I was about to do.

And thirdly, if I didn't fix it then every other person walking down that street would see the word tapa's and think that it was correct, and I just couldn't let that happen.

So I pulled on my grammar ninja outfit, crouched down and rubbed every single apostrophe off that blackboard with my finger. Then I went around to the other side and did it again.

Supernerd, always supportive, tried to get a picture of me in the act, but I was too fast.

Because that's what a grammar ninja does. 

We right grammatical wrongs and then vanish into the night. Or the cafe up the street. Either works for me.