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And since the soup is now completely eaten and nobody objected to it, I can reveal the manner of which I cooked it.

Normally I do not cook or do anything like it. Pouring cearel, putting peanut butter and jelly and butter on bread is about the extent of my food preparation. Though I normally clear the table and set it. Well tonight, Mom being busy she requested that I fix supper. After recieving careful instructions on getting a can of Campbells Chicken Noodle Soup(as usual this is not a paid advertisement though the soup does taste good) opening it, then filling the empty can with water and pouring that in, and setting the stove on medieum etc. I went to the kitchen.

With remarkable little difficutly I found the pot Mom wanted me to use, I put it on the stove and I turned the right burner onto medium. Then I picked up the can of soup. And quite frankly, I don’t think the can of soup liked me. It had this funny tab thing which I think you are supposed to lift up or something. At anyrate I don’t think you’re supposed to push down as you to do to a can of coke or something, and then try to pull up and pull the tab off and then be stuck with just a little bit of the can lid sticking down. I attempted to pour the soup into the pot but though the broth went in the noodles and etc. didn’t go in… Now if you want only the broth I highly recommend this method.

Next I tried using the can opener but made the lid part be so far down that the cutting device couldn’t open it. So the next thing I tried was pushing down as I couldn’t very well pull up. With pushing down I managed to open the lid about halfway and get soup etc. on my fingers as I had not poured out much broth. However I turned it upside down and poured out. The unfortunate part of this was that the noodles that were not on the side that were coming out pushed down and closed the lid effectively cutting the noodles that were coming out. I hope this makes sense. I pushed down further on the lid and then poured again. I forget how many times I repeated this until I finally got the lid off… But it was several times.

Most of the contents of the can now being in the pot I then walked over to the sink with the can in my hand. We have two sink faucets, one is regular water and the other is filtered water. Mom had specifically stated to me that I should use filtered water but I was so flustered by what had happened in the previous paragraph that I used non filtered water from the normal faucet. As soon as I realized this, which was before I poured it into the pot though after I had filled the can up, I yelled up to Mom, who was upstairs using her computer, that I had not used the filtered water. She said it was okay so I dumped the contents of the can into the pot. I put the lid on after again yelling up to Mom whether or not the contents of the pot needed to be stirred, which they didn’t at that time. I then left the scene of the kitchen and went upstairs to my room where I commenced playing on Neopets.

After this adventure I rather forgot about the soup. However my laptop has a wireless internet connection. Every once in a while, as in several times a day, I need a “Replug” where I have to go down stairs and unplug and the replug a certain cable if I want to use the internet again because it just stops.

It is my firm belief that God must have been watching over the soup because I needed a replug just about the same time that the soup started boiling over… I normally walk through the kitchen to get the replug and I noticed the soup actively boiling. Remembering the wise words of my mother on not allowing the soup to boil I immediately removed it from the burner and placed it on another burner, turned off the stove, and then grabbed a few paper towels and wiped up the soup that was on the stove. Then I got myself a replug and went back upstairs to my computer.

When I returned downstairs a short while later to see if anybody was ready for soup, which they weren’t, I put the now cooled off soup on a pot holder on the table and tried to find Mom. She was on the phone in the office so I asked her if we were ready for soup. She told me to put it back on the burner with the burner on low so I did so.

When she was done with her phone call she came in and put the soup on the table and then the soup was consumed. As far as I know none of us have died of indigestion yet.

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