{"id":1758,"date":"2005-04-06T23:24:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-06T23:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2005\/04\/06\/on-routine-with-tears-taste-buds-and-chickpea-tomato-soup"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:26","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:26","slug":"on-routine-with-tears-taste-buds-and-chickpea-tomato-soup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2005\/04\/on-routine-with-tears-taste-buds-and-chickpea-tomato-soup\/","title":{"rendered":"On routine, with tears, taste buds, and chickpea-tomato soup"},"content":{"rendered":"
Alright, I admit it: I\u2019m kind of boring.<\/p>\n
I love routine.<\/strong> I\u2019ve never been good at change\u2014which is to say that I\u2019m actually rather bad at it. My poor, long-suffering mother<\/a> can attest to this: during college, I called her at the beginning of each and every quarter, sobbing and sniveling incoherently about my new schedule and new classes and the end of life as I knew it. I\u2019m also the girl who took the same brown-bag lunch to school every single day for the first fourteen years of her life: Peter Pan creamy peanut butter on mushy Home Pride whole wheat bread (no jam, jelly, or other gelatinousness; no crunchy peanut butter; no natural peanut butter; no white bread; no seeded bread; and no<\/em> change). My taste buds may well be the eighth wonder of the world: how they managed to survive such monotony is one of the greatest mysteries of all time.
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Though I\u2019ve lately gotten more friendly with change and spontaneity in general\u2014ah, the wisdom that comes with (ahem<\/em>) maturity!\u2014even today, I regularly put my taste buds to the test of boredom. Nearly every morning, I sit down to the same breakfast<\/strong> in the same crimson bowl<\/a>, and nearly every morning, it makes me ridiculously happy. Thus sated, I flounce down to the bus with roughly the same formulaic lunch<\/strong>: slices of bread A; slices of cheese B; a Tupperware of soup C or vegetable D; and a piece of fruit E, according to the season. Today it was honey oatmeal bread<\/a>, cave-aged gruy\u00e8re and Cabot cheddar, chickpea-tomato soup, and an heirloom navel orange. I may be boring, but they were eyeing my lunch covetously at the bus stop. <\/strong>Who knows what could happen if I gave up the routine now: a bus operator strike, riots, revolution, the end of life as we know it.<\/p>\n<\/a>
Chickpea-Tomato Soup with Fresh Rosemary
<\/strong>Adapted from Once Upon a Tart\u2026: Soups, Salads, Muffins, and More from New York City\u2019s Favorite Bakeshop and Caf\u00e9<\/em><\/a>, by Frank Mentesana and Jerome Audureau<\/p>\n