Pea Soup
Translated by Mark Andryczyk
My aunt often cooked pea soup, which her late husband used to love to eat. Nowadays, when she finished preparing it, she would always fill up a bowl with it and place it on the windowsill. At night, her deceased husband would come and eat up the soup.
I was always fascinated with how clean the bowl was when I saw it in the morning. Because everybody knows that it’s impossible to finish a bowl of pea soup without leaving behind a yellow film. Unless…unless of course he licked it clean.
And although I was not especially fond of peas in general, just the fact that someone would lick the bowl clean after eating it enchanted me for some strange reason. I, too, wanted to lick up the bowl after eating the soup.
When my aunt became aware of this, she drop
