Lunchtime. I know there is celery in this soup, lurking at the bottom; despite being a tomato soup, there are unmistakable signs that celery has infiltrated the broth. I dislike celery almost as passionately as I loathe pineapple. And blue cheese. And anchovies. And those ghastly chocolates with orange or strawberry cream centres.
But I digress.
My point was that I know there is celery in this soup. However, I am choosing to ignore it because I am hungry, skint and idle* – all factors conspiring to make it highly unlikely that I will get up, throw this away then go out and buy something else to eat.
The trick is to sup my soup with extreme caution. If I just continue to skim the liquid from the top without disturbing the dodgy lower layers, then I may be able to evade the celery ‘floater’ which haunts my imagination…
* I am also disapproving of unnecessary waste, of course.