A recovering alcoholic might say that things must get worse before they can get better. I wouldn’t say that because I’m not recovering. But I think that I may have hit rock bottom with my soup consumption. These tiny tubs of fried and dried noodles are making their way into my digestive tract with frightening frequency. And it's not because they're a dime a dozen – I actually like them. There, I said it.
Fucking disgusting, I know.
I’m particularly fond of the little bits of brown, buoyant, beef-like styrofoam nuggets that each cup contains. I find myself wishing for a football sized piece of this magical material so I could reconstitute a steak dinner at a moment’s notice.
Dare to dream.
Dare. To. Dream.
“Are you there God it’s me Margaret”. I always wondered if God replied. I guess if I’d read the book maybe I would know the answer, but really that’s not the point. The point I feel is that it’s nice to know someone out there is listening…or reading. And so I wanted to say to you, ‘Some Guy’, I am out here, reading, and laughing at your ‘plog’. Now I’m not God and maybe you are writing this as therapy and don’t really care if anyone is reading, but just incase, I must say keep up the good work. I will follow your journey wherever it takes you...well, as long as you only talk about soup, that is, because I really like soup and not enough people dedicate their time to talking about it.
ReplyDeleteCheers, just some other guy.
@ Some Guy,
ReplyDeleteYou had me worried there. I checked in yesterday and you hadn't posted yet. I thought maybe you'd been forced to skip lunch. No soup ... what a terrible fate. Glad you found some nourishment, particularly of the styrofoam variety. Lucky devil...
Fear not, my two readers.
ReplyDeleteWhile there is much salt in the mines where I spend my work days, I shall try to keep Plog as fresh as the nitrate-filled goop the fuels its content.
I can't believe other people are reading this shit, I mean Plog.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe how my soup ramblings make you so hostile.
ReplyDelete@ Meghan,
ReplyDeleteThe Zen philosopher, Basho, once wrote that a "flute without holes, is not a flute. And a donut without holes, is a Danish." He was silent on soup. Some Guy fills that much-needed void.
Believe.
I really don't like already prepared noodles and soups. Those meals are too salted and have taste amplifiers. Not healthy at all.
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