Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
Tonya keeps asking the Big Guy what he wants for supper each day.
He will tell her and she makes something else.
He has been bugging, pretty steadily, if she could please make him some Chicken Fricassee. She keeps saying no, cause it's too hot in the kitchen.
Yesterday she made him hamburger soup.
He said it was OK. Which it was.
But he isn't a fan of soup.
He much rather have stew.
I can hear a lot of you out there. Soup, stew, they are the same.
No, they are very different.
One is thin and will spill down the Big Guy's front shirt as he is eating it. No matter how careful he is, he always manages to slop some on himself.
The other, is thick and hearty.
Perhaps had Tonya made the meatball soup, with thick spaghetti sauce, he might of enjoyed it a lot more than, it was just good.
But he didn't say never to make it again. So it must have been good that way.
He said that he was going to pick the meatballs out. Tonya said, cause you didn't like the meatballs? He just looked at her till she figured it out.
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