soup is my boyfriend.
soup is my boyfriend, but the soup man is not.
if you know me at all, you probably know that i could (and often do) eat soup every single day.
it runs in the family. it's warm. it's the old country and the lower east side. there are one million stories about my family soups. my dad taught me how to make it. it's warm. again, i say, it's warm. there are no comforts left save for a few friends without whom i would zughluhrwcylrygygfr, songwriting and soup. and soup is the only one that i can have whenever i want. also: it's warm.
my grandather gets angry anytime soup arrives at any temperature lower than JUST-shy-of-boiling. my father thinks you can put literally anything in soup and make it work (yes, the veritable cranky-jew-in-the-kitchen version of tim gunn): coke, juice, fruit, leftovers. my grandfather loves the fact that i love soup, and whenever it comes up, he reminds me of his mom's chicken soup which LASTED FUH WEEKS. (this invariably leads to exposition on the brilliance of his mother's budget cooking: "she got the cheapest part of animal [dramatic scowl]: the HEEAART. [PAUSE]. the LUUNG. DISGUSTING. but we *always* ate." ) my dad loves that i love soup because he can take credit for it.
it should not go unnoted that since my life took its fucking inexplicable-still-shocking-horrible downturn, i have had matzoh ball soup made for me twice, frequented the soup man/B&H/etc., had gossip-girl-night soup made by nina, ordered countless vegetarian wonton soups from VP, and even heated up store-bought broth with dumpings all on my own.
today i went to the soupman for lunch. you know, like on seinfeld. i have to say, i spent a lot of time at another location when i worked at the fed, but really and truly, this place is weird. it's so expensive; it's SO TRYING to play to the tourists; if your biggest claim to fame involves seinfeld, yr already on the outs with me; they waste SO MUCH packaging by branding everything they give you with a soup man sticker...
i only like 2 of their veg soups, and obvi haven't tried the meat ones. has anyone? are they really good or something? i used to think it was cute how they give you a banana and a candy with your soup. now, i'm irritated and more excited by the indian place i just found across the street (bonus because it doesn't require me to spend lunch hour in the bowels of rock center.)
my favorite soups (unranked).
if you know me at all, you probably know that i could (and often do) eat soup every single day.
it runs in the family. it's warm. it's the old country and the lower east side. there are one million stories about my family soups. my dad taught me how to make it. it's warm. again, i say, it's warm. there are no comforts left save for a few friends without whom i would zughluhrwcylrygygfr, songwriting and soup. and soup is the only one that i can have whenever i want. also: it's warm.
my grandather gets angry anytime soup arrives at any temperature lower than JUST-shy-of-boiling. my father thinks you can put literally anything in soup and make it work (yes, the veritable cranky-jew-in-the-kitchen version of tim gunn): coke, juice, fruit, leftovers. my grandfather loves the fact that i love soup, and whenever it comes up, he reminds me of his mom's chicken soup which LASTED FUH WEEKS. (this invariably leads to exposition on the brilliance of his mother's budget cooking: "she got the cheapest part of animal [dramatic scowl]: the HEEAART. [PAUSE]. the LUUNG. DISGUSTING. but we *always* ate." ) my dad loves that i love soup because he can take credit for it.
it should not go unnoted that since my life took its fucking inexplicable-still-shocking-horrible downturn, i have had matzoh ball soup made for me twice, frequented the soup man/B&H/etc., had gossip-girl-night soup made by nina, ordered countless vegetarian wonton soups from VP, and even heated up store-bought broth with dumpings all on my own.
today i went to the soupman for lunch. you know, like on seinfeld. i have to say, i spent a lot of time at another location when i worked at the fed, but really and truly, this place is weird. it's so expensive; it's SO TRYING to play to the tourists; if your biggest claim to fame involves seinfeld, yr already on the outs with me; they waste SO MUCH packaging by branding everything they give you with a soup man sticker...
i only like 2 of their veg soups, and obvi haven't tried the meat ones. has anyone? are they really good or something? i used to think it was cute how they give you a banana and a candy with your soup. now, i'm irritated and more excited by the indian place i just found across the street (bonus because it doesn't require me to spend lunch hour in the bowels of rock center.)
my favorite soups (unranked).
- B&H or homemade matzoh ball.
- My dad's potato soup. (my whole childhood, i thought he should go into business selling "papa's potato soup." see, i'm so not a fucking poet; look how easily over-impressed i am by alliteration.)
- My great-grandmother's chicken soup (which needless to say, I've never actually consumed. but i know it belongs on this list).
- VP wonton [CAVEAT: when it's the end of the night and all the flavor is accumulating at the bottom and that's what i get in my to-go container.]
- Zaytoons lentil.