No Spots Being Changed Here

I made a pot of vegetable beef soup on Saturday while Farmer H was raking in money hand-over-fist in his SUS2 (Storage Unit Store 2). When he got home, I asked how much he wanted. One bowl, or two. He said two. Rather than warming the whole pot again, I dipped out Farmer H's portion into a saucepan. Easier to manipulate, and then I could get out my own serving to warm up later.

Knowing that Farmer H prefers his soup to be solid, I dipped very little liquid into the pan. Of course there was SOME. It's soup, after all! Once it was warmed, and his garlic toast done in the oven, I called Farmer H to the kitchen.

"You can dip your own soup. There's enough for two bowls."

I noticed that Farmer H was holding the ladle against the side of the pan, draining the liquid! In fact, his "soup" was stacked up higher than the top of the bowl.

"All in that pan is yours, but it looks like your second bowl is going to be all juice!"

"It's a normal bowl of soup, HM."

To HIM, maybe! If I had taken a picture, you might have sworn it was the inside of a Shepherd's Pie. The hamburger, potatoes, carrots, peas, and green beans were a mountain in the middle of the bowl. He could have tilted that bowl almost 45 degrees without a drop of "soup" spilling out.

Anyhoo... when he came back, he poured his soup out of the pan and into his bowl. He probably could have consumed that portion with a straw. 

Farmer H does not grasp the concept of SOUP!

Thank the Gummi Mary, I did not set out the entire pot for Farmer H to sieve out the solids.