I’ll bet that title got your attention. And yes, there’s a story behind it. As you’re reading this blog, I am at the eye surgeon having a cataract removed from my left eye. In two weeks, I’ll have the right eye done. So what does that have to do with chocolate potato soup?
Back in the 1960s, my dad had cataracts in both eyes. In his mid-forties, he was rather young for having this kind of surgery. And back then, it wasn’t the quick out-patient dash-and-slash that it is now. Back then, it required a week in the hospital, six weeks recovery at home, and all sorts of special instructions and cautions.
My dad did a lot of the cooking at home and he was especially good at soups. When he was able to get around again, he decided to make some potato soup. As most know, one of the last things you do is add milk (or cream) to the soup. Dad, still not seeing quite right, grabbed the milk carton from the fridge and added it to the soup. When it started coming up brown, he thought he’d burned the soup. But he hadn’t. He’d grabbed the container of chocolate milk! (The boxes were similar in size, color, etc.) Thus, chocolate potato soup.
No, we didn’t eat it, but it has been a family chuckle for many years.
So what’s the first thing my son said when I told him about my upcoming eye surgery?
Don’t make potato soup!
Have a good one everyone!