Whining about food
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why do soup-makers insist upon putting something else in with the sweet corn when making corn chowder? Why does there have to be crab (ugh), or clams (ew), or chicken (bleh)? And what the hell is "southwestern-style chicken and corn chowder"? Somehow, I don't think the American Southwest is known for its cream-based soups, makers of soup.
And you vegetarian purveyors of corn chowder are just as bad. Corn chowder is not a purée. There should be kernels of sweet corn in the cream-based soup, and I should have to chew. It's a goddamned chowder: there should be chewing involved, and slurping of cream-based deliciousness, and it should be hot, and you fail.
You are all failing me, makers of soup I find on shelves.
Stop effing with the wonderment that is corn chowder. Just make me corn chowder I can heat up in the microwave so I can have ten minutes of happiness at my miserable desk in my dark, depressing, windowless office. Damn it.
And you vegetarian purveyors of corn chowder are just as bad. Corn chowder is not a purée. There should be kernels of sweet corn in the cream-based soup, and I should have to chew. It's a goddamned chowder: there should be chewing involved, and slurping of cream-based deliciousness, and it should be hot, and you fail.
You are all failing me, makers of soup I find on shelves.
Stop effing with the wonderment that is corn chowder. Just make me corn chowder I can heat up in the microwave so I can have ten minutes of happiness at my miserable desk in my dark, depressing, windowless office. Damn it.