Lesson from my father: What to eat first

My father and his brother were visiting
an aunt in their childhood. This aunt
was not a good cook, rumor says,
but children had to be polite.

This time she served the two boys a soup.

My uncle decided to eat what he liked
the least first - namely "the thick parts"
of the soup.

My father decided to start with what seemed
less distasteful - "the thin part".

In the meantime my uncle had struggled
through the thick parts and was just about
to start eating the thin part, when the aunt
ran over to him with the soup pot in her hand,
and before he could say anything, she
had poured a lot of new "thick parts" on his plate,
exclaiming "I see you love the thick parts!"