On Wednesday, my wife made me a big pot of chicken and dumpling soup, before leaving to teach weaving classes in Portland. That means it’s just the dogs, Martyman, the Republican Jesus, and me in the house until Monday. I can cook, if I have to, but I have been busy working on various projects to prepare for the release of my latest book. Why cook, when we have a huge pot of soup? Admittedly, having the soup for both lunch and dinner every day is getting a bit tiring. I’ve tried to give the guys some variety, by adding noodles, BBQ sauce, Cajun seasoning, crushed chili chips, etc., but Martyman has finally mutinied on me.
He’s now demanding that the Republican Jesus drop his guns and turn the soup into wine. I’m all for that, but the Republican Jesus keeps saying something about him having to pry the guns from his cold dead, hands first.
Oh, shit! I just heard a splash. I better hurry back to the kitchen. I think Martyman is making the Republican Jesus walk on hot soup again!