Soup

I went to a boarding school in high school. Its dining hall had stairs in it, so I had to develop a system to get my food down from the stations to the tables. It took some time, but I settled on holding one very full plate with my left hand, while getting down the stairs very very slowly.

It worked relatively well (no broken plates or bones) until winter arrived. The problem is pretty straight forward: because they’re liquid based, soups don’t fit on a plate. A separate bowl is necessary. My system fell apart in front of the unexpected challenge of onion soup. Then, one winter lunch, one of my friends got it down the stairs for me.