Lunch at Tiffany’s — Split Pea Soup

For some reason, Tiff called me spontaneously with a special invite. I had less than an hour to get there and I was still dressed in my, ahem, morning attire. Why would I spring into action like a three-ring circus to get ready, out of the house and drive 10 miles to a vacant house in Keizer for a bowl of soup? Obviously there was something in the soup! As Yoda might say, "Souperlative, it was!"