Soup Can- Thy name is enemy...
Let it be known that I am currently at war.
And it's with a group of inanimate objects.
Now, let me begin by saying that I love soup. Soup is quite possibly one of the best dinners ever created. Even on a hot day, a bowl of soup can fill you up, and keep you going (as long as it is paired with a nice cold beverage). I am a major fan of chicken noodle, tomato garden, and clam chowder. They are the perfect quick fix to any lunch or dinner problem. At times, I have even been known to eat straight out of the can without heating it up. I have even been known to have it for breakfast. I know this sounds weird, but that's just how much I love soup.
So, why, do you ask, is this seemingly sane woman at war with soup?
Well my friends, I am not at war with soup. I am at war with their containers.
Those metal cans seem harmless. They can appear to be hard enough to hold its contents in an efficient manner. They even show their weakness when they are dented. But do not be fooled by them. They are treacherous, evil objects.
Not too long ago was the era where you had to use a can opener to open all your soups. This was the dangerous era where the edges of the top were razor sharp, and were potentially dangerous for hands and fingers. It was a bad time for me, because as much as I loved soup, I didn't have a can opener, and I didn't want to risk pulling out the top when it came off and sunk into the soup. That, in turn, caused potential danger for your lips and tongue.
Then the miraculous day came when the soup can rose to power. Suddenly, there was no need for a can opener. Some genius created the "easy open" top. Finally a day when I could eat soup regularly again!
However, this day presented a problem. With this new "easy open" top, a sense of comfort arose. It also weakened my defenses. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, just when I thought I was living in a perfect soup world, I was attacked. That easy open top wasn't so easy when it sliced open my thumb. It bled for quite some time, and hurt. I wound up with a scar that is oddly placed on the side of my thumb.
Tonight, again, the soup can struck. I sliced my pointer finger in 2 different places. It hurt so badly that it brought tears to my eyes. It didn't stop bleeding, and at this moment in time, it is throbbing. I sucked on it immediately so that it would not bleed everywhere, then I took a wipe cleanser and cleaned it out. Then I put neosporin on a bandaide. That's where I am at. I am contemplating taking some tylenol pm so that the pain stops.
I don't think that it is worth it to risk my hands and fingers every time I open a soup can. I do love soup, but I wish that there was some way to package it, ready to serve, without the scary metal cans with the evil tops. I am praying for the day when the genius can put soup in better packaging.
In the meantime, I am declaring war on all soup cans. When I buy you, you will FEEL my WRATH, and you will rue the day that your fellow cans injured me.
I just wanted some soup. I just wanted some soup...
And it's with a group of inanimate objects.
Now, let me begin by saying that I love soup. Soup is quite possibly one of the best dinners ever created. Even on a hot day, a bowl of soup can fill you up, and keep you going (as long as it is paired with a nice cold beverage). I am a major fan of chicken noodle, tomato garden, and clam chowder. They are the perfect quick fix to any lunch or dinner problem. At times, I have even been known to eat straight out of the can without heating it up. I have even been known to have it for breakfast. I know this sounds weird, but that's just how much I love soup.
So, why, do you ask, is this seemingly sane woman at war with soup?
Well my friends, I am not at war with soup. I am at war with their containers.
Those metal cans seem harmless. They can appear to be hard enough to hold its contents in an efficient manner. They even show their weakness when they are dented. But do not be fooled by them. They are treacherous, evil objects.
Not too long ago was the era where you had to use a can opener to open all your soups. This was the dangerous era where the edges of the top were razor sharp, and were potentially dangerous for hands and fingers. It was a bad time for me, because as much as I loved soup, I didn't have a can opener, and I didn't want to risk pulling out the top when it came off and sunk into the soup. That, in turn, caused potential danger for your lips and tongue.
Then the miraculous day came when the soup can rose to power. Suddenly, there was no need for a can opener. Some genius created the "easy open" top. Finally a day when I could eat soup regularly again!
However, this day presented a problem. With this new "easy open" top, a sense of comfort arose. It also weakened my defenses. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, just when I thought I was living in a perfect soup world, I was attacked. That easy open top wasn't so easy when it sliced open my thumb. It bled for quite some time, and hurt. I wound up with a scar that is oddly placed on the side of my thumb.
Tonight, again, the soup can struck. I sliced my pointer finger in 2 different places. It hurt so badly that it brought tears to my eyes. It didn't stop bleeding, and at this moment in time, it is throbbing. I sucked on it immediately so that it would not bleed everywhere, then I took a wipe cleanser and cleaned it out. Then I put neosporin on a bandaide. That's where I am at. I am contemplating taking some tylenol pm so that the pain stops.
I don't think that it is worth it to risk my hands and fingers every time I open a soup can. I do love soup, but I wish that there was some way to package it, ready to serve, without the scary metal cans with the evil tops. I am praying for the day when the genius can put soup in better packaging.
In the meantime, I am declaring war on all soup cans. When I buy you, you will FEEL my WRATH, and you will rue the day that your fellow cans injured me.
I just wanted some soup. I just wanted some soup...