They liked my soup

This photo is of a baby Plumheaded parrot and a baby Painted Conure parrot.
It was the first time either had played in a bowl of water.
After their splash they stopped to cuddle.

Last night I brought homemade clam chowder to my bird club meeting.
I've made this recipe several dozen times without fail.
This time I multiplied the recepie by 6...the results were very different
than expected. How ten pound of peeled, diced potatoes can vanish in the soup overnight is a mystery.

The homemade bread to eat with my soup didn't happen. I ended up driving to Smart and Final on my way to the meeting to buy cresants and sourdough bread. I picked up some tiny cookies to square things off.

During my (late) drive to my bird club the huge crock in my car's back seat took a bounce and I now have chunks of clam, peas, bacon bits, and soup all over the seat and floor. Fortunately my second container of soup had not spilled and we had it for our refreshment at the meeting.

I was so tired after staying up all night trying to peel potatoes and sautee veggies and get it together...then it didn't turn out to be the delectible thing I'd expected. My yeast didn't rise so I couldn't make bread, nor had the time. Then I spilled all over the car and was late to the meeting. I was shaken by my failures.

Our bird club president, Rusty, helped me carry things from my car to the refreshment table inside the bingo hall room where we meet. He was so kind and nonjudgmental. Rusty's attitude was beyond good. I began to weep when he told me never to worry about the food or anything else I was anxious about. I had to excuse myself and hide outside behind a beam to sob. Then I was over it and ready for the evening.

My club pals seemed to relish that soup. One club member told me she had 4 big bowls full! Even though it wasn't chunky it was indeed tasty. When I see my food being genuinely enjoyed it helps my heart be glad.

GratefulJoy
I am thankful for the end result even though it was a difficult process.