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Late-Night Bastard Onion Soup
Take your biggest pan, heat up a lot of olive oil and some chopped ginger and garlic. Slice however many onions you happen to have, try not to cry on them because you lost your contact lenses in the bath and the fumes are dissolving your eyeballs, throw in pan, simmer - or whatever it's called - until they go soft or you get bored. Boil some water - who knows what 500ml looks like? Nobody, so chuck the whole lot in - add to some some vegetable stock (organic! So it doesn't matter that you're KILLING THE PLANET with you gas stove), however much looks nice. Add salt. Stir. Add some more stock. Throw in some quinoa as an afterthought - because you start to read the packet and discover that it's a complete protein and therefore very good for you, and you figure you need complete proteins. Stir some more. Eat.
The quinoa was probably a mistake - very good for you or not, it's like having a mouthful of tomato pips, and looks disconcertingly like something that's going to hatch out in your brain.
Rebecca: So, what d'you think?
John: Smells onion-y. Burns my eyeballs. Pretty good!
Meanwhile, would anyone like to come out with me tonight?
Take your biggest pan, heat up a lot of olive oil and some chopped ginger and garlic. Slice however many onions you happen to have, try not to cry on them because you lost your contact lenses in the bath and the fumes are dissolving your eyeballs, throw in pan, simmer - or whatever it's called - until they go soft or you get bored. Boil some water - who knows what 500ml looks like? Nobody, so chuck the whole lot in - add to some some vegetable stock (organic! So it doesn't matter that you're KILLING THE PLANET with you gas stove), however much looks nice. Add salt. Stir. Add some more stock. Throw in some quinoa as an afterthought - because you start to read the packet and discover that it's a complete protein and therefore very good for you, and you figure you need complete proteins. Stir some more. Eat.
The quinoa was probably a mistake - very good for you or not, it's like having a mouthful of tomato pips, and looks disconcertingly like something that's going to hatch out in your brain.
Rebecca: So, what d'you think?
John: Smells onion-y. Burns my eyeballs. Pretty good!
Meanwhile, would anyone like to come out with me tonight?