Let’s just jump right in to this, shall we? I really want some pizza! Also, a sandwich! Basically, anything other than soup.
Making this soup challenge even more difficult is that yesterday I went to a party at my mom’s house in Sandusky/Norwalk. This party included the following things: a two-hour drive with my cousin, her husband, and their four boys who were eating Goldfish crackers and delicious smelling pretzels; a potluck with my mom’s taco salad, my aunt’s green beans with crunchy onions on top, my cousin’s pasta dish with pesto and artichokes, my mom’s fiance’s burgers with cheese, coleslaw, cream puffs, a caramel apple pie, a pumpkin pie, and my grandma’s beef vegetable soup that my mom made for me. As I sat at the table surrounded by people eating this delicious food, I ate my soup. I began to question this whole thing. I want some of that food! I did not eat any of it, though, and I was glad I didn’t because later as I was milling around, I heard my mom telling people about it.
“Oh yeah, she’s just eating soup. And she has a blog!”
My mom seemed so excited to use the word “blog,” and possibly even more excited to tell people that I had a blog. I’m pretty sure she has never even visited a blog, let alone talked about one. It was very cute, and I think I will continue with this whole thing if only to provide my mother more opportunities to tell people that her daughter has a blog.
It got hard again today, though, when my roommate A came back from Nashville and we went to Panidas (or Panera) to get dinner. For me: cream of tomato soup. For him: broccoli and cheddar soup (solidarity!) and mac and cheese. He got out the hot sauce and was eating that mac and cheese like it ain’t no thang, and I was in hell. Still hungry from my soupy dinner, that shit looked badass. I might have caved and tried some if he got the ranch dressing out, but he did not. So I’m still good.
Then my friend L came over with cookies. I was hoping they would be oatmeal because I very much dislike oatmeal. No! They were chocolate walnut cookies! Ugh. You might think this story is over if you have not read the title of this post, but it is not. A also had brownies that he brought back from this great place in Dayton. Oh, A and L are going to share one! What kind do they want? Blondie? Cream cheese (cheese!), German chocolate, or salty caramel? They look over at me with pity, and I whine at them not to look at me. But then, A to the rescue!
“Could you have this brownie if I made it into a milkshake?”
You bet your sweet ass I could! Warning: I did not realize that my camera was zoomed in until it was too late. And it was zoomed WAY in.
For those of you who have sharp ears, did you hear the vibrating during the video? That was Mike BBMing about if he could put nuggets in chili.
Let’s get to the matter at hand, though. The milkshake. Well, it was made with part of the brownie, some milk, some chocolate sauce, and ice. Therein lies the problem. At first taste, the milkshake tasted like a protein shake, and I believe that is because of the chocolate flavor and the ice. That is how I used to make my protein shakes, anyway. Well, minus the brownie. But after a few sips, I got a chunk of brownie! Yay! And then the best surprise was at the bottom where I found all kinds of brownie chunks! Delicious!
And so I have made it through another day. Thanks to A for the brownie milkshake and Mom for the soup, which I have a huge bowl of and will eat for the rest of the week. Also Mom’s fiance M for being a good sport and putting up with her having to make me soup for this party and for Thanksgiving in a few weeks. Onward!