Quite Possibly the Worst

"I apologize for the soup, Dad."  Dad looks at the soup.  It is green, but being a missionary and my father he tastes the soup.  The soup heaps up on the spoon like a living thing.  Dad somehow swallows it.  We all put down our spoons as I ask Mom, "so should I just throw it out or try to redeem it?"  "Throw it out,"says Mom, but did I listen?    
 No, I made the soup into a quiche, thinking to cook the spinach into submission.  This is quite possibly the worst thing I have ever cooked--worse even than the time I made ocra bread.