Saturday's Storyteller: "Certainly I could get you some soup."
by Belinda Roddie Certainly I could get you some soup. I could get you any kind of soup you wanted. Broth, cream, chowder, stew. Well, stew's a little different than soup, isn't it? But as you can see from my expansive kitchen, I can do both. No, don't stand up. Don't. You're very feverish, I can tell. Your forehead when touched is like perusing a volcano with your fingers and hoping that the lava doesn't start to spew. Pretty soon, though, you'll be shivering like a mountaineer who's forgotten his jacket on a very long journey. Come, lie down on your back. The throw pillows are for you. Now, what will it be? Chicken noodle? I can certainly make you some chicken noodle soup. I have all the ingredients. Stock, broth, water, meat, carrots, peas, onions, potatoes. Sounds good, doesn't it? Something to calm your brow and clear up those poor clogged sinuses. Trust me, your nose will enjoy the steam. Just let me find myself a pot - whoops! Damn near...