{"id":1246,"date":"2008-04-22T04:47:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-22T04:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2008\/04\/22\/that-easy"},"modified":"2008-04-22T04:47:00","modified_gmt":"2008-04-22T04:47:00","slug":"that-easy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2008\/04\/that-easy\/","title":{"rendered":"That easy"},"content":{"rendered":"
It\u2019s hard to know what to say about soup. I mean, it\u2019s soup<\/span>. It\u2019s a liquid, sort of, but it\u2019s eaten with a spoon. It\u2019s not a steak, or chocolate, or fancy cheese, or an ice cream sundae. It\u2019s what people eat when they\u2019re sick or miserable or old, wearing dentures that clack like sad, weary castanets. Soup is a hard sell. But if I could, I would eat it every day. Sometimes, actually, I do. I never get tired of soup. I know that it\u2019s April, and that it\u2019s springtime and so on, and that we\u2019re rapidly approaching the end of soup season, but I want to tell you about one in particular, the one I ate every day last week. Anyway, between you and me, I don\u2019t really believe in soup season. It\u2019s always soup season. Also, it SNOWED here this weekend. SNOWED<\/span>.<\/p>\n Before I say anything else, I feel that I should warn you about the photograph that follows. It\u2019s just my lunch, and it\u2019s not scary, per se, but as soups go, it looks pretty intense. In fact, if I stare at it long enough, I start to worry that the Swamp Thing<\/a> might surface at any second, leap out of the bowl, and come after me with the pointy end of that spoon.<\/p>\n<\/a>
Which, come to think of it, probably wouldn\u2019t be that bad, because with him out of the bowl, I\u2019d have all the soup to myself. And there are always more spoons in the drawer.<\/p>\n