how i feel about soup (and more)
The Bloggess’s Soup: Real Life vs. In My Head sums up how I feel about soup. And I mean EXACTLY. It’s kind of freaky how much this is identical to how I feel about soup.
And here I was, thinking I was the only person in the world who hates soup. You hear that, internet? (and JR…) Hating soup isn’t un-American. I am not a freak!
Same thing goes for celery, carrots, cucumbers, cantaloupe and cauliflower. (Huh. I never realized all these things started with a “C” before.) I hate them, and their very flavor infects everything they come in contact with. Particularly cantaloupe. If that crap comes within a foot of a slice of watermelon, you can taste it. Infected, you hear me!?!
And I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. I am not one of those weirdos who can’t stand it if the stuff on their plate touches.*
*But… the things on my plate do have to be in a certain order. Meat/brown food at 6 o’clock, potato/starchy white to tan or yellow food at 2 o’clock, vegetable/green food at 10 o’clock. That’s not weird. That’s just how food on a plate has to be. I’ll come back and post a photo. You’ll see.
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Food to me is just solid or liquid energy.
Food as emotional content doesn’t seem logical.
okay, robot.
“the humans are dead,
the humans are dead.
we used poisonous gases
to poison their asses.
the humans are dead.”
I prefer the term “Artificial Human” myself.
Agreed:
cantaloup = blech.
food arrangement = true.
germs = death.
A-freaking-men.
Except cantaloup. That I can choke down. But come near me with a honeydew and I will cut you.
For real.
Soup haters unite!
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