It was a quiet Saturday morning on the farm, and everything seemed peaceful. The sun rose lazily above the horizon, birds chirped in the trees, and a soft breeze rustled the banana leaves. But inside the cozy wooden house, chaos was brewing—and it all started with CUTIS, the young farmer boy with endless curiosity and a deep love for cooking.
CUTIS had recently discovered a new passion for the kitchen. Inspired by YouTube cooking videos and his mom’s delicious meals, he decided it was his time to shine. He had one goal: to cook the most special and tasty soup for his pregnant mother, who had been feeling tired and craving unusual foods.
“I’m going to make her something unforgettable!” CUTIS declared proudly, his chest puffed out like a rooster. He wore his tiny apron backward, held a big spoon like a sword, and stomped into the kitchen like a chef on a mission.
The only problem? CUTIS had a very… creative idea of what “special ingredients” meant.
The Cooking Begins
Mom was resting on the porch, sipping warm ginger tea, while CUTIS busied himself in the kitchen. He opened every cupboard, sniffed spices like a little detective, and carefully selected items based on how interesting they looked—not necessarily how tasty they were.
“Hmm,” he murmured, pulling out dried chilies. “Red. Like fire. That must be good!”
Then came the soy sauce—a safe choice—followed by a big scoop of strawberry jam, because, as CUTIS reasoned, “Mom likes sweet things now.”
He wasn’t done.
From the fridge, he grabbed pickled mango, a piece of leftover birthday cake, a can of sardines, and—worst of all—three tiny frog eggs he found earlier in the backyard and kept in a jar, thinking they looked “cool and bouncy.”
He dumped everything into a big pot with some water and began to stir with dramatic flair, humming a made-up tune.
“Spoon goes round and round, tummy won’t make a sound, cooking love from the ground!” he sang.
The smell that started rising from the pot was… unique. Sweet, salty, fishy, spicy, and suspiciously like old socks left in the sun. CUTIS didn’t seem to mind. He was in the zone.
Pregnant Mom Smells Trouble
Meanwhile, outside, Mom sniffed the air. Her pregnancy nose was sharper than a bloodhound’s.
“What’s that smell?” she muttered, wrinkling her nose. “Is someone burning rubber? Or—wait… is that… JAM?!”
She stood up slowly, holding her belly and waddled toward the kitchen, concern growing with every step.
CUTIS had just started pouring the soup into a bowl when she arrived.
“Tadaaaa!” he beamed, presenting the bowl like a trophy. “I made you a surprise super soup, Mom!”
Mom leaned in and instantly turned pale
“Wh-what’s in it, sweetheart?”
CUTIS proudly listed the ingredients like a contestant on a cooking show.
“Well, there’s strawberry jam, chili, sardines, frog eggs, some old cake, pickled mango… and a bit of soy sauce for balance!”
Mom stared at him, mouth open. Her hands went to her belly protectively.
“You put what now?! Frog eggs?!”
CUTIS nodded. “They looked fun. And bouncy. And they’re natural, right?”
She gasped. “CUTIS! You can’t cook with random things you find outside!”
“But… it’s full of love,” CUTIS said, eyes big and innocent.
Mom pinched the bridge of her nose. “Sweetheart, I love that you tried. But I’m pregnant. I can’t eat… frog egg jam sardine cake soup!”
The Panic Escalates
CUTIS’s face crumbled. “But I worked so hard…”
Then, he perked up. “Wait! Maybe just a small bite?”
Before Mom could stop him, he scooped a spoonful and brought it toward her. She dodged like a ninja, knocking over a chair in the process.
“CUTIS, nooo!”
He chased her around the kitchen island with the spoon, giggling, while she ducked and weaved, trying not to inhale the soup’s powerful aroma.
“Eat the soup! It has vitamin L for love!” he shouted.
“I’ll throw up for real!” she screamed back, laughing and panicking at the same time.
It was complete mayhem. The dog barked. The cat knocked over a bowl of rice. The chickens outside squawked, sensing the excitement.
Finally, she grabbed a pot lid and used it as a shield.
“Okay, stop! Timeout!” she laughed breathlessly.
CUTIS stopped mid-spoon and tilted his head. “So… not a fan?”
Mom took a deep breath and knelt down to hug him.
“CUTIS, I love that you care so much. I do. But next time, let’s cook together, okay? No frog eggs. No jam soup. Just real food.”
CUTIS smiled sheepishly. “Okay. But can we keep the frog eggs in the jar as decoration?”
She groaned playfully. “Only if they don’t hatch!”
The Lesson
Later that afternoon, the two of them—CUTIS and Mom—stood side by side in the kitchen. This time, they made a simple chicken and vegetable soup, full of healthy ingredients. CUTIS learned to wash the vegetables, stir gently, and taste as he went.
“No jam this time?” he asked hopefully.
“Only in sandwiches,” Mom replied with a wink.
When the soup was ready, she took a bite and smiled genuinely.
“Now this is delicious,” she said.
CUTIS grinned from ear to ear.
“I’m going to be the best chef and big brother ever!”
“You already are,” Mom said, giving him a squeeze.
Epilogue: The “Special” Soup Lives On
That night, CUTIS secretly poured the original “jam sardine frog egg soup” into the compost pile. But something strange happened.
A few days later, the compost pile grew very green. The plants were thriving—possibly supercharged by the bizarre mix of ingredients. The family joked it had magical fertilizer powers.
“We should call it ‘CUTIS Super Soup Fertilizer,’” Dad laughed.
CUTIS beamed. “Told you it was special!”
And from that day forward, whenever someone smelled something strange on the farm, they’d chuckle and say, “Is CUTIS cooking again?”
Because everyone remembered the day a little boy’s love, creativity, and chaos came together in one unforgettable kitchen adventure.
