Well, There Goes Four Hours
I was recently pointed toward Thursday Night Smackdown, which I had never read before and thus had my sense of awe renewed. Not because the blog is that good (it is that good but, I mean — how is this post going so badly so quickly?) but because each time I feel that I’ve fully and diligently mapped the internet, it turns out there is a whole new section of dungeon I failed to explore.
Anyway, I suspect that a lot of my regulars will adore Thursday Night Smackdown as much as I now do, even if she makes a few too many soups for me to be happy¹.
¹ Why the sadness? Because I love soup. I love it, I do. And the Viking Heathen I have chosen to align myself with does not like the soup. Like, berserker rage does not like it. So that even if I just make some for myself, he starts to panic and smash things before I can assure him that I’ve made an entirely separate dinner for him that consists of only partially frozen deer meat and the livers of his enemies.
nice, she’s funny and snarky.
and what else is awesome- her posts show up in full in google reader. sweet jesus is that a peeve of mine, when they want you to ‘click through’ to see the whole thing. i don’t have time for that noise, stop making me ‘click through’ and let me read in google reader like a lazy person.
Dude my mother in law bought me the nine dollar anchovies from whole foods! Shits pretty good but holy sticker shock. Jason thinks they are too mild. Also dude you should go read the comments on my 2 previous blog entries, holy fucking lol
WAIT. He doesn’t like soup?!?
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
Seriously, he’s out of the will.
Also: I thought I found out about TNS from you. So if you are getting to it from me then where the he’ll did I find it?
You should make him the Cream of Walnut from the French Laundry. That’ll temper his berserker rage.
Miriam: Yes, exactly with the reader! This is such a tremendous pet peeve of mine, and I was just trying to explain it to my mom (who is new to using a reader). I hate clicking through, I think it’s rude.
Aaron and Catastro: I advised Mike to get on here and defend himself, but he just looked at me and said, “Why? I don’t like soup.” I don’t think he’ll ever come around.
It’s more like drinking a warm, delicate frosting.
Catastro: Ha! Nice effort at recruiting Mike over to the Soup-side [insert Darth's voice-over here], but if you had said ‘… like drinking a warm, delicate PIE’, well, that may have over-ridden his Jedi-repulsion to soup.
I like food.
I like beverages.
I just don’t want them mixed up together.
You can stick a slice of pizza in a glass of coke and call it pizza soup if it makes you happy. I’ll take my beverage on the side.
Every worthwhile soup falls into one of two categories:
A) restorative beverages
(miso, borscht, ramen broth, pho broth, bloody mary)
B) dips and sauces
(bisque, beef burgundy, au jus, curry)
Otherwise, the soup you love is just a soggy version of a food you love.
Vikings have a long history of eating solid food stuffs. Gnaw on a hank of meat, chew off a chunk of bread. That’s about it. A little sauce or curry to dip that hank and that weeks-old campaign bread in, well, that helps … but frivolous and without any redeeming value to a warrior’s code.
- from the Norseman Almanac and Journey Scrolls, Odin’s Edition