split pea soup

Uncle Bill was a teacher by trade. For a while, many years ago, on the morning of the last day of school, he would get up very early and pack his car for a trip to the shack. He would park his pre-packed car in the school parking lot, and as soon as classes finished, he'd walk out to his car and drive straight up to the shack. Grandad and some others would often drive up a few days later, or sometimes the same day, but a few hours later.
Uncle Bill was quite the drinker in those days. Grandad told me that sometimes he'd arrive, even just a few hours after uncle Bill, and he would already be drunk. Also, uncle Bill liked split pea soup, and he liked to make split pea soup.
One summer, grandad drove up to the cabin after getting off work, and of course uncle Bill had a head start so he was already there and settled in. As he pulled up, his headlights swept across the shack, alerting uncle Bill to his arrival. Grandad got out of his car to see uncle Bill, completely drunk, stumbling out the door of the shack, carrying a large metal tub that was normally used to collect rainwater.
Uncle Bill said to grandad, "I hope you're hungry."
The metal tub was full of gallons of split pea soup that uncle Bill had made earlier in the evening as he was getting drunk.