Foiled by Some Soup

Soup

 

I made some very good (if I do say so myself) crockpot potato soup the other day and we had leftovers to finish off.  I had told the Commander that I thought it would be even better with some kielbasa added to it and suggested that we do that with the leftovers on the weekend.  So when Sunday evening rolled around, I sliced up some kielbasa, fried it in a pan and had it all set to add to the potato soup.  All I had to do was reheat the soup.

Open up, darn you!

Open up, darn you!

I decided not to bother transferring the soup into a saucepan to reheat.  The container it was in was already microwave safe so I decided to just reheat it in the container.  I unlatched the lid, as it directed, and heated it up.  When the microwave beeped, I took it out and stirred it but it was still lukewarm so I set it back and added a few more minutes for reheating.  Oh, boy….this was going to be good.

There HAS to be a way to get this lid off.

There HAS to be a way to get this lid off.

When I removed the soup the second time, I went to take off the lid and it wouldn’t budge.  I tried and tried and noticed that the lid was concave.  Somehow it had created a seal as it had heated, despite the fact that I hadn’t latched the lid but had only placed it loosely on top of the bowl.  Grrrr!  I grabbed a few tools to try to pry the darn lid off the bowl.  It still wouldn’t budge.  I called the Commander and he tried.  No luck.  He even tried knives (oh, dear) and I had visions of potato soup splattered all over my kitchen or a quick trip to the Emergency Room for a puncture wound.

Time for Plan B

Time for Plan B

That lid just wasn’t budging.  The kielbasa was cold by this point, we were hungry, and the soup was smelling much too good.  I told the Commander, “Look, we just need to give up and fix something else.  The lid should loosen when the soup cools off.”

He finally agreed.  He opted for a microwave pot pie.  I turned to some comfort food – a grilled cheese sandwich.  The amount of butter and cheese I used to make it was in direct proportion to my frustration.

Soup2

 

After our makeshift supper, we headed downstairs to watch the Grammy ceremonies.  When I came back upstairs at 11 p.m., I detoured into the kitchen to check on the soup.  My goodness, that lid was still stuck just as tight as could be.  I decided to just leave the container on the counter overnight.  I figured we weren’t going to be eating the soup regardless.  Now it was more a matter of curiosity.

I came downstairs this morning and checked the soup container.  Wow!  The lid was still sealed as tightly as the moment I took it out of the microwave.  Sigh!  I chucked the whole caboodle into the trash can.  Guess I’ll be reheating things in a saucepan from now on.

 

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