Oh…I thought we were talking about soups when you said you love a bit of oxtail and I agreed.
So you’re just someone that twists things to suit your own agenda? Because you did say “if God says” which implies you believe in a God(or your hallucinating). If you don’t believe in God, you made that up to suit your agenda. Getting very close to being no more than a pure and simple racist.
Tricky one. The best course of action when talking to Bletch* is normally to smile** and nod politely, but this shows the limitations of such a strategy. But then the alternative would be to listen to him. As I said, very tricky.
* Trying not to have to talk to Bletch
** Grimace
And there we have it, I genuinely agree with you, it makes a mockery of religion when read or practised.
I think we should end this dull argument of a thread by talking more about soup.
You can’t knock a Heinz Tomato.
Anyone remember those cube soups that were basically cup-a-soup moulded into a cube using some sort of industrial resin?
Bit thin as I recall, or maybe it was the way i added the boiling water?
Pea and Ham.
Personally I’m very partial to a pea and ham soup, especially on a chillly winter’s day. The same goes for Scotch broth - very warming. but what of chilled soups? Many people shun these, though not (as far as I know) for religious reasons. I love a good gazpacho or vichysoisse, I have to say.
Chilled is too fancy for me.
I like a leek and potato - but a good soup has to be accompanied by some nice bread.
And more butter than most places supply.
Gazpacho and their ilk are for heathens.
A good mulligatawny or maybe a mushroom soup for mine.
Probably my all-time favourite restaurant soup is Sup Santan, as served in the Melati on Windmill Street, just off Shaftesbury Avenue. It’s a ferociously hot soup made with coconut milk and serious amounts of chilli, with pieces of shredded chicken. Delicious. Also socially integrated.
Context Saint, learn context, I said if God says, that doesn’t imply anything other than if he says something the why don’t people adhere to it? I don’t believe in him so wouldn’t adhere to it, I am not getting close to anything at all, if people believe God exists surely they should follow his/the teachings/the word scholars wrote way? Its not rocket science.
Love a fiery Tom Yam Kai.
Thai recipe:
200g chicken
200g oyster mushrooms (straw mushrooms if you can source them)
3 kaffir lime leaves
2 pieces thinly sliced galangal
handful of spring onions and coriander
3 birds eye chillies chopped (include seeds)
large onion cut into quarters
70g tomatoes quartered
2 stalks lemongrass
3 tbsp lime juice
4 tbsp fish sauce
2 cups water
1 tsp palm sugar
Boil water with lime leaves, galangal and lemon grass. Add chicken, mushrooms, onion and tomato.
Add lime juice, fish sauce, sugar and chillies.
When chicken is cooked through bung it into a bowl and top with spring onion and coriander.
Yum.
I don’t know who that is but he sounds like a nice bloke.
I do like a leek and potato soup. Currently enjoying a morrisons own brand three been and tomato soup but don’t like tomato soup on its own. Like a seafood gumbo. I find soups need to be spicy if possible and at the very least will add pepper. Lentil soup is very nice. Spicy parsnip is also good.
not keen on “cream of…” soups or mushroom (although love mushrooms when not in soup). I’m a man of reasonably simple tastes. I wouldn’t entertain a cold soup.
Leek and potato (when properly integrated) soup is a favourite of mine also
You integrated all of those ingredients? There are some that would not think that possible.
Sorry, a bit off topic. So back to soup, well made cheese soup is very good(i know, but it really is). Lots of fresh bread is a must with this.
When I used to go to the snack bar at work I used to ask “What’s the soup today Doreen?”
Occasionally she would reply, “Bean Soup”
I would say, “I don’t want to know what it’s been…what is it now!”
Oh how we would laugh.
I bet she spat in your soup when you weren’t looking.
Was this in the 70’s?
Beef & veg, chock full of pearl barley - guaranteed to put hairs on your chest on a cold day - and that’s just the effect on ladies.