Bitch on the Blog

January 27, 2010

Avgolemono Soupa

Filed under: Despair,Food,Happiness — bitchontheblog @ 11:46
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gaelikaa, thank you for propping me up in my hour of need. I tell you one thing, and please pass this on to your children: When in doubt cook SOUP – any, doesn’t matter as long as it’s liquid. Use lentils, an onion, a carrot and a potato  if nothing else to hand. It keeps one out of mischief, away from the keyboard and off the streets, indeed satisfied as something to look forward to and being nourished when the world falls apart round your ears. You don’t even have to chew just slurp.

U

PS Should any of you google ‘Avgolemono” don’t believe all you come across. Hugs and kisses.

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16 Comments »

  1. I Googled it. It needs vegetables. (I didn’t read all the recipes.) I like your soup better. Add carrots, onions, & a potato to lentils. I thought my daughter made up that recipe.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 27, 2010 @ 16:13 | Reply

    • Typical, isn’t it? I say don’t google and what do you do ? Google. Be glad you are not my daughter (typically I tend to be more forgiving when it comes to boys).

      I sometimes wonder how human kind evolved over thousands of years without the help of google. It’s even become a verb. Do you remember a time when every family was happy if they were the proud owner of a printed version of “The Encyclopedia Britannica”?. Salesmen peddling them on your doorstep? No, neither do I.

      If you think your daughter made up that recipe she clearly is after more in her life than making a soup starting with an ‘A”. That’s the trouble with Greek. Their spelling is the first ante chamber to hell. Anyway, all that is needed is chicken stock (which, purist that I am, I make myself from lovingly reared organic chickens and cockerels which had a chance to sratch and cluck about in that typical chicken fashion – not those poor broilers sat on a shelf with no room to manoever), eggs and lemon juice. There you have it. And our not so saintly Jean will, no doubt, tell me in a minute that there is a self-help book called “Chicken Soup for the Soul”.

      And yes, as my son who knows me better than anyone, just intuited: I am in a bad mood.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 27, 2010 @ 18:11 | Reply

      • “The Encyclopedia Britannica”?. Do you remember Salesmen peddling them on your doorstep? Neither do I.”

        Yes I do & we signed for them. Changed our mind. Salesman said no, we have a contract. We got Tom’s lawyer cousin to threaten him. Later we got World Book. With computers, you can’t give them away.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — January 27, 2010 @ 23:01 | Reply

        • Obviously I too google (how else would I have known that there are rubbish versions of my Greek soup out there in the ether?).

          But old habits die hard. I use dictionaries (regularly replaced) with wanton abandon. It gives me physical pleasure to turn pages. Always has, always will.

          Luckily, not being English, I was spared the Encyclopedia Britannica rite of passage. As my dear sweet mother-in-law used to say, with a giggle: “It seemed a good idea at the time [to subscribe].”

          Other than that: Earlier grumpiness has lifted; amazing what a few hours sleep can do.

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — January 28, 2010 @ 04:19 | Reply

  2. Oh and Ursula – now that I come to remember it, Ramana told me more or less the same thing as he told you on some other occasion – when I was using his comment section to communicate with someone. I just tried to go with that because his blog is his own after all. Didn’t do me any harm!

    I’m glad you had soup. Jean told me recently that warm liquids are comforting when you feel down. She’s right. Just dropped back to check that you’re ok.

    Comment by gaelikaa — January 27, 2010 @ 16:15 | Reply

    • Dear sweet gaelikaa, thank you for checking on me. Yes, I am ok(ish) – awful word if it can be called a word. Still, anything goes in these days. Wonder what they’ll make of it all in two thousand years’ time. They, whoever “they” will be, probably won’t bother to decipher all those abbreviated texts. Admittedly, English more than any other language lends itself to this abbreviating lark: I h8 it. Or as the French say “I ate it”.

      Other than that all you need to know about the current state of affairs, soup or no soup, you will find in my replies to both BHB and Cheeriest Monk.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 27, 2010 @ 18:51 | Reply

  3. Just for the record, I encourage dialog between my commentators. I’m not saying it’s a better approach, it depends on what the blogger wants. I want an atmosphere of sharing.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 27, 2010 @ 18:06 | Reply

    • Yes, Jean. And one of these days I really have to put down my thoughts on (and experience of) blogging into print. You use the word “sharing”. An excellent word. We should all share ourselves – without continually be cut down to size by some little Hitlers of the blogging world. I despair and despise – both with a big D – how people dictate to those milling around in the comment section of their blog. For once I might even advocate silent treatment (which, as you know, I can’t handle).

      I snort when I read those presciptive sections on people’s blogs of what they will allow, of what they won’t. I look at a blog like a dinner party. Just because a guest makes a complete ass of himself doesn’t mean you show him the door. Pour him another glass of wine and let words speak louder than reason. The only person with egg on their face is the speaker himself. As one of my friends famously said of me: “A dinner party is never the same when Ursula isn’t around.” Needless to say that my then husband (English) had words with me on the way home – luckily he always did the driving, otherwise we might have ended up in a ditch.

      Words are a baker’s dozen (13) to the wind. Let them evaporate into the thin air they usually are and in the meantime still be entertained.

      It appears – see answer to my dear BHB – that I am still in a foul mood.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 27, 2010 @ 18:30 | Reply

      • I look at a blog like a dinner party. Just because a guest makes a complete ass of himself doesn’t mean you show him the door.

        It depends on what your other guests like. If the fellow is being ruining their good time then I think the host should intervene. Better to be a wet blanket for one person than let him ruin it for everyone else.

        Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 27, 2010 @ 22:54 | Reply

        • Jean, you’d have to pay me (a lot) to be a wet blanket. In my experience the best time had by all guests is when there is at least one loose cannon round the table. Even those of a slightly stiff upper lip enjoy it. Obviously you don’t want someone throwing up in the soup terrine. Neither is it to everyone’s taste if a drunk female (as a friend of mine was in the habit of doing) sits on any man’s lap in the room in full view of her charming husband. But then, as she pointed out, he read porn so why shouldn’t she enjoy herself. Which is perfectly good reasoning – and I am sure they made up later back at the ranch.

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — January 28, 2010 @ 05:15 | Reply

  4. Hmm. On the other hand the tone of Ursula’s comment was more critical than encouraging sharing. I would probably have taken either taken out the part addressed to Grannymar and told Ursula why or else have addressed it in a comment of my own. Critical remarks to me are all right. I agree with bikehikebabe, address the issues without singling people out.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 27, 2010 @ 19:15 | Reply

  5. I wrote the above before Ursula’s last comments. I just got distracted and didn’t submit it right away.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 27, 2010 @ 19:16 | Reply

  6. I have had nice experiences in the blogging world, but I have had my share of bricks thrown at me. Metaphorically. I just had to put comment moderation back on my blog because I got a right slap in the face just a day back in my comment section. Over a misunderstanding(which I don’t feel like going into just now), which could have simply been put right by an email exchange, a fellow blogger went into my comment box and lodged a vicious personal attack on me, obscenities and all. A very well-known and celebrity type blogger too, but mercifully,not one of our crowd. There are millions of bloggers out there, and every one of them has their own circle, however big or small it may be, and I go into a lot of blogs. Or rather, I did until my recent bereavement. I felt physically sick after reading the comment. That person was out to cause maximum damage, because my email is available to him/her. I immediately deleted the comment and sent a curt email explaining why that attack was unjustified. I hope I don’t get a reply because the thought of that person practically makes me hyperventilate.

    I’ve had one or two experiences like that before in the last year. As you say Ursula, a blog is a very public forum and we have to be prepared for criticism.

    Comment by gaelikaa — January 28, 2010 @ 06:28 | Reply

    • You have me staggered, gaelikaa. How can anyone throw virtual bricks at someone as gentle as YOU? Mind you, I suppose you are battling at the front of a culture divide which brings its own little traps to get your foot stuck in.

      However, and this will come as no surprise to you, I envy you those bastards: I’d soon cut them to size. And if that sounds violent it’s because it is; no blood will flow, the right words being mightier than the sword. Few things would give me greater pleasure than to take on someone who uses the internet gratuitiously to vent their spleen in an uneducated manner. Alas, I deliberately keep my internet presence low key. Maybe if I tagged something really controversial, say, disposable nappies versus old style muslin ones I might create some baby poo being thrown in my direction.

      Seriously, gaelikaa, don’t take it to heart. There are so many arseholes in the world; they can all go and buy their own toilet paper. Should it happen again, send me copy via email and (with joy in my heart) I will put the sock in.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 28, 2010 @ 08:50 | Reply

      • Gaelikaa, when my younger bother (sorry that’s a Freudian slip typo-I meant brother) sends me an email in his harsh advice mode, I delete it without reading it. You do the same.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — January 28, 2010 @ 16:13 | Reply

        • Bike Hike Babe, you do realise that you have just stood on the cat’s tail, don’t you?

          If you don’t read your youngest BOTHER’s (love it) mails how do you know that he is not serenading his sister, begging for forgiveness for previous misdemeanours?

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — February 1, 2010 @ 04:12 | Reply


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