Cooking Goddess
Chef Extraordinaire
A couple of days ago, taxy asked me to relate the family story of "fruit flies in the soup". I'm sure-sure I'm not the only person who holds onto a memory, humorous or humbling, remembered long after the event. I'll tell you my tale, but then I want you guys to share yours. After all, CWS rattled off three events in a single post that all sound worth telling. 
Now, about those fruit flies. My Mom had a little garden along side the garage when I was growing up. After the growing season, Dad would prop some old basement storm windows around the parsley bed so we could harvest during the winter. One winter day my great aunt (who lived with us from when I was 7 until her passing 11 years later) decided some fresh parsley would be good in the pot of beef soup she was making for the family dinner. When she brought the sprigs in, she inverted them into a drinking glass at the edge of the counter. Later, into the soup it went. Well...we're sitting around the table enjoying our soup until I noticed what looked like tiny flies in it. I poked Mom, who sat next to me, and whispered "there are fruit flies in the soup". Mom told me to hush, it was only flakes of pepper. "Mom, pepper doesn't have wings." Upon closer inspection, Mom agreed that it sure did look like flies - and told me to be quiet and keep eating.
Later, when we cleaned up and Mom went to dump the water from that drinking glass, sure enough there were a few flies in the water. After that, whenever Nana needed parsley I'd offer to get it...and make sure it was well rinsed to avoid any extra, unwanted protein.
OK, let's hear your stories.
Now, about those fruit flies. My Mom had a little garden along side the garage when I was growing up. After the growing season, Dad would prop some old basement storm windows around the parsley bed so we could harvest during the winter. One winter day my great aunt (who lived with us from when I was 7 until her passing 11 years later) decided some fresh parsley would be good in the pot of beef soup she was making for the family dinner. When she brought the sprigs in, she inverted them into a drinking glass at the edge of the counter. Later, into the soup it went. Well...we're sitting around the table enjoying our soup until I noticed what looked like tiny flies in it. I poked Mom, who sat next to me, and whispered "there are fruit flies in the soup". Mom told me to hush, it was only flakes of pepper. "Mom, pepper doesn't have wings." Upon closer inspection, Mom agreed that it sure did look like flies - and told me to be quiet and keep eating.

Later, when we cleaned up and Mom went to dump the water from that drinking glass, sure enough there were a few flies in the water. After that, whenever Nana needed parsley I'd offer to get it...and make sure it was well rinsed to avoid any extra, unwanted protein.
OK, let's hear your stories.