Recently The Dad and his team played in a football tournament nearby. They had 90 min or so between shortened games, so I had said to invite anyone who wanted to come back to our place for a bite to eat or just a place to sit. I was planning to make a nice slice for them to have with coffee if they felt like it.
The day was terribly windy, as spring days often are here, but fine enough. Until the game was about due to start. I looked out the window and it was pouring down!
Pearl and I swept into action. She grabbed as many towels as she could find and deposited them by the front door for the team to dry themselves off as they came in. I whirled around the kitchen wondering what on earth I could cook up that would be hot and quick – I had about 45 min before who-knew-how-many soaking wet and cold men would arrive. I’d already made the sweet slice, but I didn’t think that would comfort them all that much.
I got some sausage rolls out of the freezer, and raided the fridge for soup ingredients. Luckily I’d just been to the supermarket, so had some fresh chicken and plenty of vegetables, as well as pre-made chicken stock and crusty bread to go with it.
Pearl bustled around doing lots of little jobs, fetching and carrying, and always reappearing to ask “What needs doing now, Mum?” I think she had been impressed by the ferocity of the downpour and was glad not to be out in it herself! I set her to helping peel and chop some veges, and she watched me make the soup.
“So… soup is just boiling water with stuff thrown in it?”
I thought that was a pretty good description of what we were doing! It tasted pretty good to me, though, and the five cold wet footballers were incredibly grateful for their warm welcome. I hear the rest of the team, who had demurred at the invitation, sincerely regretted that decision once they heard what they had missed!
For my part, I was very grateful for Pearl’s cheerful and willing help, and made sure she got full credit for it.
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