My mother burned. Sitting at home, missing, calling me to work:
Q: Do you want me to make you a peanut soup?
I: No need, I have a 2liter pot of borst in the refrigerator
M is ha! and all? So you are that borsch in the evening right out of the pot, DOPEY, and I will cook you a peanut instead of it!
Right here she imagined herself at 9 p.m. in the middle of the kitchen with a dim light drinking 2 liters of borship from a pot.