Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Chicken Tortilla Soup

Chicken Tortilla Soup and a Breadroll, ya.



It has been Exactley 126 days and 40 minutes, or more precisely, 10,888,800 seconds since my last post. With that in mind let me assure you that indeed I have been eating regularly in my humble little cubicle, I just haven't put forth the effort to post a single damn thing in over four months. Today's post should barely be considered a true effort but is an attempt by me to reignite my passion for writing critical and witty reviews concerning my cafeterias lunchtime fare. Todays specimen: Chicken Tortilla Soup.

What can I say? I had soup. It was good. My mind didn't explode but while eating it my mind drifted from the dolorous mechanisms of a corporate level insurance career to more fanciful idealogues about the future of mankind and the part I would play in its ever changing current. Basically, I daydreamed of winning the lottery, buying a huge acreage on the side of a mountain, and then turning it into a superfortress where I could engage in my various intellectual persuits in complete privacy for the rest of time. I say "for the rest of time" because I am nigh certain that I have within me the blood of the immortal warriors known as "highlanders", and with this blood I cannot die unless beheaded by another highlander in mortal combat.

I guess the soup was pretty good.

Fun: 2,458.3
Aroma: 1,912.3
Tastiness: 2,013.3
Texture: 1,799.3

Did you notice how all of the scores on the FATT table ended in .3? Me too. That's because three is a magic number. I encourage you not to question my logic further than that.

Now onto more important matters. From the meal pic on this post you may have noticed that there is a newcomer to my little review, his name is Stanley Johan McBroom. Here he is doing his two most favorite activities in the entire cubicle: Posing for the ladies, and cruising in his sweet 2007 Subaru Rally Car...





He'll be stopping by from time to time to assist with reviewing some of my more difficult to assess delightful delicacies, or to just shoot the breeze...and pose for the ladies. While he was here he sampled my chicken tortilla soup and let me know what he thought about it. Though his actual words were a bit too spirited for this corporately sterile lunch review, I have translated them thusly:

"The chicken was good." He has a way with words.