I get great satisfaction by packing a nice, healthy lunch for My Lovely Wife. She worries about eating too much during the day, so I take care to fill her lunch with a whole pile of low-cal goodies — usually a big salad or a package of pureed soup, some flavoured rice cakes, one or two pieces of fruit, and the assorted munchie.

(On the other hand, my packed lunch is usually whatever fruit is dropped to the floor or the leavings on plates that the cats didn’t bother licking up, maybe in a bag or possbly just kicked in front of me as I walk. I’m not so conscientious with my own lunch.)

Well, the very first time I packed one of the pureed soups for My Lovely Wife, I received a call at my desk at 12:08.

She wanted to thank my for the soup. And she also wanted to suggest that the next time I actually include tupperware to hold it in and, say, maybe a spoon with which to eat it.

Chagrin, I did feel.

Well, I have never forgotten to pack that tupperware and spoon again. Now, if it’s a soup day, I remember the tupperware and spoon if it means I have to beat my way through a crowd of small, tubercular children. (Which, oddly enough, is not that often.)

Today was a soup day. And dammit, I did not forget that damn tupperware and spoon.

The soup on the other hand…

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