music-city-missy
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One of our local charities holds a fundraiser called Soup Sunday. Of course I just had to go and see what inspiration I could find from the 50 or so restaurants.
Well it's laid out better the last year or two and you can actually make it around to all the restaurants and DD was so frustrated from not being able to get to half the samples last time she went a couple of years ago, that she decided not to go this year though soup is her favorite form of food.
So I got a late start. It runs from 11 until 2. I got there at 1. I ran up the escalator, took a quick look at the silent auction and decided that trying all of the soups was much more important than finding a bargain. So I take my little tray (it's a small styrofoam tray for meat or produce) which at best holds maybe 7 to 8 samples.
Having no one with me to sit down and enjoy this adventure with, I decided to try and keep up with them as I went. I didn't have a spoon so I took each 2 ounce sample cup and turned it up like a shot of vodka. One after the other so I could stack the empty cups and keep putting more on the tray.
As I make it through about the first third or so of the samples I started to feel a little full. So as I started the next section, I took the time to find a spoon and would fill the tray and go stand as inconspicuously as I could next to the trash can. If it was good I would still eat the whole sample. If it was just okay, about half before throwing it in the trash and hitting the next row of samples.
By the time I got around to the last third of the samples you could hear the soups in my stomach sloshing around like well I don't know like what but you know the sound. I felt like everyone could hear it. And more, I felt like I had this huge basketball belly about ready to burst. But I couldn't stop. I had to try every single one. What if the best one ws yet to come, right? So I let it touch my lips and licked them - if it tasted interesting, I at least took a sip. If not, straight into the trash it went.
All I can say is thank goodness I never sat down and added any crackers or bread to the mix (plus I never would have been able to stand back up) and that about 5 or 6 restaurants had run out of samples by the time I got to their stand.
Oh and lest we forget, I am active in the local Chefs' association and know a good many of the chefs and cooks working at this thing. They are watching my every move as I take their soup - anticipating the look on my face and the compliments to follow and hoping for my vote. I HAVE to get this down, he's watching me as I eat.
Then I saw that they were selling quart containers for $5 and you could buy as many as you wanted and go to the booths and get them filled with your favorite to take home. Oh what a deal. I paced back and forth, which one was best. I couldn't remember. What if Chef ABC saw me taking home soup from Chef DEF. Soup, more soup? Oh heavens! I jolted and made a run for the escalator.
The problem here is that I am normally VERY good in math. Always have been. But something happened yesterday. For some reason I could not put together than 60 (yeah there were 60 restaruants represented, not the usual 50 from the past) times 2 ounces (or thereabout) equals 120 ounces. Add the can of Coke that came with it for another 12 ounces and you have a WHOPPING 132 ounces. Not to mention the can of Coke and the glass of water I had at home and the biscuit with butter and syrup not realizing what time it was before I rushed off to Soup Sunday.
Now that guy get's paid an gets a TV show to take on adventures like this. Heck, most restaurants that have the huge portion deals give you something - take your picture and put on the wall of fame (or shame), a t-shirt, a certificate, heck some even comp the meal if you succeed. I realized I was RIPPED OFF!!! All I got was a stomachache and a sudden dislike of soup for now.
The worst part is, I can't remember which soups were good and who made them. I'm still trying to put the whole picture together. It was like I was in a trance or a drunken stupor one and blacked out - I can't remember the soups!!!
Well it's laid out better the last year or two and you can actually make it around to all the restaurants and DD was so frustrated from not being able to get to half the samples last time she went a couple of years ago, that she decided not to go this year though soup is her favorite form of food.
So I got a late start. It runs from 11 until 2. I got there at 1. I ran up the escalator, took a quick look at the silent auction and decided that trying all of the soups was much more important than finding a bargain. So I take my little tray (it's a small styrofoam tray for meat or produce) which at best holds maybe 7 to 8 samples.
Having no one with me to sit down and enjoy this adventure with, I decided to try and keep up with them as I went. I didn't have a spoon so I took each 2 ounce sample cup and turned it up like a shot of vodka. One after the other so I could stack the empty cups and keep putting more on the tray.
As I make it through about the first third or so of the samples I started to feel a little full. So as I started the next section, I took the time to find a spoon and would fill the tray and go stand as inconspicuously as I could next to the trash can. If it was good I would still eat the whole sample. If it was just okay, about half before throwing it in the trash and hitting the next row of samples.
By the time I got around to the last third of the samples you could hear the soups in my stomach sloshing around like well I don't know like what but you know the sound. I felt like everyone could hear it. And more, I felt like I had this huge basketball belly about ready to burst. But I couldn't stop. I had to try every single one. What if the best one ws yet to come, right? So I let it touch my lips and licked them - if it tasted interesting, I at least took a sip. If not, straight into the trash it went.
All I can say is thank goodness I never sat down and added any crackers or bread to the mix (plus I never would have been able to stand back up) and that about 5 or 6 restaurants had run out of samples by the time I got to their stand.
Oh and lest we forget, I am active in the local Chefs' association and know a good many of the chefs and cooks working at this thing. They are watching my every move as I take their soup - anticipating the look on my face and the compliments to follow and hoping for my vote. I HAVE to get this down, he's watching me as I eat.
Then I saw that they were selling quart containers for $5 and you could buy as many as you wanted and go to the booths and get them filled with your favorite to take home. Oh what a deal. I paced back and forth, which one was best. I couldn't remember. What if Chef ABC saw me taking home soup from Chef DEF. Soup, more soup? Oh heavens! I jolted and made a run for the escalator.
The problem here is that I am normally VERY good in math. Always have been. But something happened yesterday. For some reason I could not put together than 60 (yeah there were 60 restaruants represented, not the usual 50 from the past) times 2 ounces (or thereabout) equals 120 ounces. Add the can of Coke that came with it for another 12 ounces and you have a WHOPPING 132 ounces. Not to mention the can of Coke and the glass of water I had at home and the biscuit with butter and syrup not realizing what time it was before I rushed off to Soup Sunday.
Now that guy get's paid an gets a TV show to take on adventures like this. Heck, most restaurants that have the huge portion deals give you something - take your picture and put on the wall of fame (or shame), a t-shirt, a certificate, heck some even comp the meal if you succeed. I realized I was RIPPED OFF!!! All I got was a stomachache and a sudden dislike of soup for now.
The worst part is, I can't remember which soups were good and who made them. I'm still trying to put the whole picture together. It was like I was in a trance or a drunken stupor one and blacked out - I can't remember the soups!!!