My husband had the audacity to ask me to go to the gas station, and buy him a cup of soup at 2am. I consider that to be purely a violation of my status as a food enthusiast.  Did he not notice the abundance of produce that I had purchased over the weekend, to replenish my medicine cabinet? How dare he make such a request? Does he know me?

Now luckily I have been eating healthier and is able to arise after 3 hours of sleep and not feel deprived or exhausted. Being the loyal wife that I am, I said with an attitude: I am NOT going to the gas station to get you a cup of soup! However, would you like me to make you some soup?”   Now, I know y’all are thinking that I’m crazy, wanting to prepare soup at 2am. So I asked again: “Would you like me to make you some soup?” He replied, “yes.” (He hadn’t been feeling well all day).

Needless to say, I went into the kitchen aka my Sanctuary and worked my magic. I cut up a few vegetables ( carrots, potatoes, sweet yams, green beans and okras) and made some d’luscious after midnight vegetable soup. Is he feeling better? Of course!  After he devoured the soup, I asked: “does the gas station soup taste this good?” He replied, ” I was just trying to take the pressure off you.”  He gave me a huge hug and a kiss and said, “Thank you my boonoonoonus wife.” You’re probably going, “huh?”  Well boonoonoonus is a crazy term  that Jamaicans use to butter up/praise someone.

I really didn’t see the logic in me getting out of bed, getting dress and driving down the street, to the gas station, just to buy a cup of soup. It would take me the exact same amount of time to prepare my authentic vegetable soup which he devoured.

Now I’m going back to bed.