I am under a lot of pressure to get my blog, at least somewhere close to, how it was before I lost everything. It’s a lot of work.
Any chance of reformatting an old post I get, I will take it. If that means I have to suffer the laughter of Nicky, then laugh away sweet pea. I’ll laugh with you!
So, anyway, here is my entry for ‘Pressure’. It’s another story from my childhood.
There was the usual rush to the table. These were the days when the whole family sat around a table to eat every meal. It was unheard of to eat a meal while sitting on a sofa. Not even a tea time sandwich. It just wasn’t done.
We had a large wooden table. Large enough to seat all of us kids. Mum, dad and the oldest siblings ate their meal after we had finished.
It was winter time and we needed something warm in our tummies. A nice hot soup was in order, and the hissing sound told us that it was almost ready. Mum had cooked the soup in her pressure cooker, probably because she had used dried peas that needed more cooking time to soften.
We all took our seats, mine was behind the table with my back to the wall, and sat waiting for the hissing to stop and the soup to be ladled out into our bowls. Lovely hot soup with chunks of bread for dipping.
HISSSSSSS HISSSSSSSS HISSSSSSSSS………
Mum removed the little weight from the top…………..
The clatter of chairs and squeals of kids rushing out of the kitchen didn’t drown out the noise of the fountain of hot soup gushing out of the small opening like a geyser. It hit the ceiling, spread out and came down like hot rain all over the kitchen.
When the rain finally stopped, mum and the kids all crept back into the kitchen and started laughing uncontrollably.
Was I laughing?
No I was NOT!
Was I was covered all over with pea soup?
You bet I was.
I’m taking part in 30 Days of Writing, started by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. For a list of who’s taking part just visit their blog and check the list of links at the bottom.