Maidens Attack!!!

She seduces me constantly with temptations of good food. More specifically, good soup.

I do not dare resist both my true love and my stomach. We go, we eat, and she lays in wait, surreptitiously spying on my spoonfuls and slurps.

I know what is coming even before I agree on the meal. Soup is my favorite, and she shamelessly exploits this.

After tilting the bowl for the final brothy bliss, I set down the dish and brace for impact. She has been known to strike even before I set the bowl down, causing a clatter of cutlery and ceramics, and this is the best I can do. Either I brace or I eat. There is no other way.

What can I do except surrender to her passions in moments like these? It is a burden of domestic life, and we all have our crosses to carry.