Soup night

As winter has now fully taken hold of cape town (I know it’s true because I have worn coats and boots THREE times this week!), I decided that it was definitely time for a soup party. Soup parties, like most of our other parties, involve a lot of soup, but also a lot of wine. How much wine, you may ask? Well, the entrance is a bottle. Work it out…

The colleague was horrified when she saw the butternut pot boiling on the stove, because the process of making butternut soup does not look particularly appetizing. A boiling pot with butternut, apple, half an orange, carrots and stock is a pretty gruesome sight. However, after thorough cooking and a whirry-whirry with the hand blender, smooth creamy butternut soup appeared. She was amazed! I also boiled a pot of my mother’s famous tomato soup, with a spicy tobacco ‘n chilli twist. Greatest soup party EVER! I was also lucky that the weather played along, and was not merely cold, but overcast and stormy. It really was very fortunate.

The doctor then regaled us with stories from the hospital, funny ones though, not the grisly sort. Stories about old people and bollocks and that sort of thing that makes 5 girls with a bit of wine in them giggle like hyenas. The best friend also contributed with her share of the latest Darwin awards. We ate, we drank, we shared, and it was awesome.

The boy showed up halfway to pick up my removable hard drive, and look none-too-pleased to see the awesome food party on the go, but what can I say? Meh. Deal with it. Girls just a-wanna have fun….ohoh girls just a-wanna have fun! The hostess’ beau then showed up, looking like he had had a fun boy’s party a bit beforehand. Somehow, the conversation turned to threesomes. Shame, he tried valiantly to defend them and to show us that they were nothing to be condemned, but he to contend with moral-highground-me and the i'm-so-hot-that-i-dont-need-to-do-anything-else colleague and basically, his argument flailed and drowned like a legless pirate (yes, I do like that expression because I made it up myself and I’m trying to get it to stick). Ten points for effort though, and he really was facing all the odds. But like the old story goes, “there we were, 10 000 against 10. Boy, did we sure F%$^ up those 10!”.

In any case, soup party was a huge success and is going to be a definite repeat on the next awful, stormy night. If you want recipes, I’ll be happy to oblige! And, like, soup parties are SO the new book clubs!