Posted 07 February 2003 - 12:12 PM
Posted 07 February 2003 - 12:23 PM
First of all, I eat lunch at my desk while I'm writing so it has to be something easy to eat. I tested many canned soups to find one that met my requirements, the first of which is that I like it -- not easy with canned soups -- and second of all that can eat it without recourse to a spoon, which is distracting and, often, messy. Progresso Chickarina won because it has the perfect pasta for drinking (little round globs) and I'm a nut for those little beef/textured-soy product meatballs.
Here's how I make it. Open the can and dump the contents into a small pot. Add about a half cup of milk to the can and swirl free the little pasta lumps that always remain stuck in the grooves in the bottom of the can. Add this to the pot. Then: 1 tablespoon dried onion flakes; 1/2 teaspoon minced garlic (from a jar, preferably the brand make in Portugal), a jolly dash of hot sauce, lots of black pepper, and, last but most important, a tablespoon of Erewhon brown rice cream, stirred in very carefully. This thickens the soup just enough to make it entirely drinkable (are thereabouts) and tastes good, too. Bring up to a simmer, partially cover, turn heat down to low, and set timer for fifteen minutes. Pour into a huge mug (at least 20 ounce size) and enjoy, slowly.
Now you know everything about me.
Posted 07 February 2003 - 12:50 PM
Edit: I typed were instead of weren't.
Edited by John Whiting, 07 February 2003 - 01:21 PM.
Posted 07 February 2003 - 02:00 PM
You can edit a post you've already put up?! I could put the accent on the right e in entrée?! I can't even get the html to work for stuff like italics. I really am out of my element. You people amaze me.
Posted 07 February 2003 - 02:23 PM
But don't let me put you off your feed. You could slather raw oysters with chocolate sauce and, so long as you chose to describe it in your incomparable manner, I would lap up every word, if not the dish itself.
As to moving an accent, let those who are the true masters of the virtual tell you how to edit; i.e. alter the past. (Now there's a subject for a Marcel Aymé short story!)
Posted 07 February 2003 - 05:28 PM
Anyway, the title essay is about how he recoiled at horror when someone said to him, "I don't eat lunch."
Author, Hungry Monkey, coming in May
Posted 07 February 2003 - 07:28 PM
Posted 08 February 2003 - 12:49 AM