Well, my whorish taste buds and I are now insanely hungry. What would really top me off nicely would be a bowl of mixed olives; a salad of bitter greens with loads of tomatoes, some nuts, and stinky cheese crumbled up on top; and maybe a bowl of lemongrass-and-cilantro-heavy Vietnamese hot and sour soup, with a little glass of tonic water with a squeeze of lime to accompany it all. Mmmmmm.

Exactly none of which I'm likely to actually have tonight, woes.

Why don't you go get your favorite soup while you're picking up Matilda?

I'm too cheap. We may not have that exact tasty stuff at home, but we do have tasty stuff aplenty. And there's Father's Day and a crazy mess of birthdays coming up before the end of the month.

Say! You could always get me soup for my birthday! That'd be made of awesome!

The Zmayhems are making me think about calling into the Uzbeki restaurant for some soup and Spicy Carrot to pick up on the way home.

Wait a minute - they've got a way to find out for sure: [link]

I love it when the food discussion comes around. Unsurprisingly, I like spice. Lots of it, but not so much that it burns away all the flavor. Mostly, I try pretty much anything once. My grandparents were good about exposing us to lots of stuff. One of my favorite breakfasts was my grandaddy's tamales with fresh honey.

Ooh, that sounds good.

Feh--the Uzbeki place is closed on Mondays. Oh, well, I can save the $10.

Say! You could always get me soup for my birthday! That'd be made of awesome!

I will totally get you birthday soup.

Aw. Sweet.