Pineapple Surprise Soup
Ok, so I'm late, really really late. I don't know how this could have happened I'm always so careful. Well not always, there was that time a couple weeks ago. Oh shit, what was I thinking? What was his name again, Tom? Dom? What the hell kind of name is Dom. Oh god, I didn't sleep with a guy named Dom did I? God like Dom DeLuise, that can't be good. Great now I can't get the image of a sweaty, naked Dom DeLuise out of my mind. This is terrible, this is all my fault. I have to stop going to parties where they serve sangria. That's the problem, god you think it's harmless like fruit punch or something, and then 5 drinks later you're naked with a man possibly named after Dom DeLuise. Any drink with that much fruit floating around in it shouldn't have consequences. But see that's my problem, the fruit. This is just like the raspberry vodka incident all over again. God what was his name, Troy? Lloyd.? Like Lloyd Bridges, oh that's gross. Why do I do this, why do I think of the grossest possible version of the guy I might have slept with. It's because I don't have any confidence, that's what it is. I've never had any self confidence. I suppose if I did I wouldn't be writing free lance soup recipes. God my life is bleak. John! John, that was name. John, not Dom. Ok, that's a little better. John, like John Goodman. Oh god, naked John Goodman. I have to stop doing this. Oh- the surprise in pineapple surprise soup is cilantro.
*Chef's tip- ease up on the sangria. |