I love soup. Laaaawd, I love it so much. Growing up in the chilly wilds of Cape Breton, soup was one thing (next to moonshine) that could instantaneously warm you from the inside out. It was a comfort.
Something else that comforted me was watching old game shows with my grandparents, who lived with my family when I was growing up. Bringing it back on ’round to soup, a fixture on old game shows like What’s My Line was Soupy Sales. Goodness, how I loved that man. He could always make me laugh. (Speaking of Soupy Sales, there’s a sales agent in my sales department at work that eats soup all the effing time. I can always smell it whilst traipsing past his office, so I’ve taken to calling him Soupy Sales because he’s all soupy and in sales. Because I’m all clever like that. He sure loves having me around.)
I hope y’all are ready for this, because I’m about to share with you my favourite soup recipe of all time. This is The Big One. Get ready. WAIT! I think we need some mood music first. (I have no idea what this song’s lyrics have to say–I think drugs and cockroaches are involved–but it’s called Margaret’s Song and since that is my second name we are going to roll with it.) (more…)
Ever have one of those days when you don’t want to put any effort into your meal because, a) It’s the May long weekend and you’ve just worked the whole thing, and b) You’re drunk? Yeah, me too. This May 2-4 weekend I was hammered and wanted pizza.
Disclaimer: This post contains the least amount of effort of any I’ve posted thus far. (more…)
a goosefoot found in the Andes, where it was widely cultivated for its edible starchy seeds before the introduction of Old World grains. • Chenopodium quinoa, family Chenopodiaceae.
• the grainlike seeds of this plant, used as food and in the production of alcoholic drinks.
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: Spanish spelling of Quechua kinua, kinoa. (more…)