Someone Doesn’t Like To Do The Dishes
A friend invited me and a couple of other friends to dinner when I was in high school. His mom served homemade chicken soup, which was fine. There was chocolate cake for dessert. What she did when she served it will haunt me until the day that I die. Instead of putting it on separate plates, she went around to each of our places and sliced off a piece into each of our soup bowls, each of which still had some broth.
Chocolate cake flavored with chicken broth is not a flavor I really want to repeat.