Today I will be mostly eating toast at 11.00 with my watch colleagues, then soup at 1.00 probably on my own, and will be starving by 7.30, after cycling home, because I have forgotten to bring anything for tea. I just love our new 11 hour days, a hearty congratulations to the wonderful managers at Staffs Fire and Rescue for fixing something that wasn't f%$#*&g broken in the first place, I hope they all choke on their Easter Eggs while spending the whole Bank Holiday with their families!
While on the subject ... Soup! Mrs Seed has had a wicked dose of tonsillitis, and has only been able to eat the above for a number of days! I've joined her in this feast!
Can't make my mind up about soup, is it good or bad, which is my favourite, Chilled Soup!
I've cogitated; a good soup, preferably homemade, is excellent fare, especially if accompanied by nice crusty bread. Poor soup is a culinary nightmare. Tinned tomatoe soup is only fit for pigs, and carrot and corriander should be consigned to the 90's foodie mistakes bin.
Chilled soup is a queer fish, not sure what to make of it, probably best left alone, though I did have a nice Gazpacho experience sitting on the balcony of a Spanish Parador, which capped the hilltop of a perfectly preserved medieval Spanish town. Yes, it went down nicely, as I gazed out across the plains which stretched all the way to Zaragoza. A patchwork of olives groves, and and stubble, punctuated by the granite and red earth of the region, a landscape scorched, just like myself, by the cruel August sun.
PS favourite soup: Stilton & Broccoli, eaten by me on Chritsmas Day, having been made the night before!