Tonight I made a batch of beef vegetable soup while Bradley fed Mary Brooks and whipped up some baby food.
After all the cooking, I really wasn't in a 'soup' mood for supper, but I was still flattered when I saw Bradley had made me a bowl of it and left it on the stove top.
Having changed my mind, I poured my untouched bowl of soup back into the pot as I wondered if Honey Nut Cheerios could pass for a dinnertime food.
It wasn't until two-thirds of the bowl's contents were out that I realized I was dumping Mary Brooks' freshly pureed plums into a meaty, tomato-based pot of soup.
I scrambled to salvage what I could of both the plums and the soup, as I don't think the two flavors mix particularly well.
Lesson learned: pay attention when you pour, don't presume Bradley has made you supper (you are considerate, B, but not usually that forward-thinking), and cereal does in fact constitute an evening meal.
I hope the soup is just as good tomorrow, though I'm sure I'll 'taste' plums even if every bit is long gone.