A misadventure in soup by Sam

i came home after work on monday to find that the lima bean soup i had lovingly prepared on sunday and left on the stovetop overnight had fermented.
so, i quickly banged together a mulligatawny.
after a spate of last-minute cancellations, ralston, jo, and brenna were the only ones to join monkey and myself.
we enjoyed an intimate night together, speaking of cupid's arrows and the acupuncturist's needles, the vagaries of human relationships, fair prices for 50s dress patterns, and spain's merits as a holiday destination.
sadly, the evening was not documented, photographically speaking.