It's no secret that Farmer H likes his vegetable beef soup piled high over the edges of the bowl. In fact, he doesn't need a bowl at all for his soup, since he doesn't like the juicy part. Which is what I actually think soup IS, but we're using Farmer H's logic.
I AM TURNING INTO FARMER H!
Not the bathroom habits, thank the Gummi Mary. And I don't have a PopArm. But I DID find myself using a fork to dip out a certain delicacy the other day, leaving the juice behind.
This is SO. VERY. WRONG. Slaw is not a soup! Yet when I opened up my favorite side dish, I was stunned to find my cabbage and carrots swimming in liquid! Mrs. HM has been betrayed by The Devil! That's where I get the best slaw. Except maybe for Captain D's, and it's too far away, and just a little foam individual cup. Even The Devil's Playground was out of the big containers of slaw. Good thing, I guess. I'd have been paying for LIQUID instead of slaw. I don't mind a little juice in the bottom, but the container shouldn't be half-full.
I know this slaw is pre-packaged and shipped to The Devil's Playground. Otherwise, I'd be pointing the finger (the BAD finger, as Genius and The Pony used to call it) at the deli staff. I was there last Thursday, after an ice storm, right before a snow storm, and only about four registers were open. The checkers were badmouthing the deli, which was closed, because ALL THE MEN had called out.
I'm pretty sure it was a man behind my soupy slaw, too.