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Why is it that I have consumed an incalculable number of excellent marinaras, but almost every tomato soup has been horrible - thin or weak or sickly sweet? I am a great lover of soups. There is no reason good tomato soup should be so rare, or so often dependent on heavy cream. Get your act together, tomato soup makers. Perhaps you do not own spices; perhaps you are not sure about cooking temperatures for high-acid fruits. Surely you can find an Italian peasant who will explain it to you in exchange for coffee.
Sep. 2nd, 2009
Breakfastfail
Sep. 2nd, 2009 08:30 pmFirst thing this morning, I spilled milky coffee all over my skirt. Fortunately, my skirt is already the color of milky coffee, and looks exactly the same as before.
I also switched to a new composition book, for the same reason as usual (reaching the last page of the old one. P.S. good quality pre-consumer-recycled composition books are 75 cents at Staples right now.) This is always a period of agitation, not because I'm attached to a given notebook as an object, but because my notebook is a living and in progress document that contains To Do lists and scraps of current projects; it takes at least a month for me to transfer or complete everything that needs it, which means I have to carry and flip through two notebooks and sometimes I don't finish a story or remember I've written a poem because it has fallen into a cross-notebook gap. This only happens every nine months or so, fortunately, and the idea of a different system - separate notebooks for lists, stories, songs, etc - is repellent, a poor analogy for my creative process, much less portable, and full of excuses for not writing things down until I know where they're going. (This is, arguably, why I can only write short stories in a word processor and have to do everything else longhand first.)
I also switched to a new composition book, for the same reason as usual (reaching the last page of the old one. P.S. good quality pre-consumer-recycled composition books are 75 cents at Staples right now.) This is always a period of agitation, not because I'm attached to a given notebook as an object, but because my notebook is a living and in progress document that contains To Do lists and scraps of current projects; it takes at least a month for me to transfer or complete everything that needs it, which means I have to carry and flip through two notebooks and sometimes I don't finish a story or remember I've written a poem because it has fallen into a cross-notebook gap. This only happens every nine months or so, fortunately, and the idea of a different system - separate notebooks for lists, stories, songs, etc - is repellent, a poor analogy for my creative process, much less portable, and full of excuses for not writing things down until I know where they're going. (This is, arguably, why I can only write short stories in a word processor and have to do everything else longhand first.)
