I thought of this title and figured it was so rad I might not even have to tell the story associated with it. But then you'd be left hanging and wondering, "Kathy. What was so bisque-gusting?" Oh, I'll share. Warning though, it is one of those stories that suck and aren't funny or really even interesting. I just like my title because it's so damn clever.
Here's the lame story... I live near a Fred Meyer and the other day Farrah and I needed to make a quick stop for various crap and I wanted to get back home for the opening ceremonies for the Olympics. While there, I eyeballed the soup section where they sell their "selected" soups. Easy. No effort. The perfect dinner. I grabbed the Lobster Bisque with Sherry. Mmmm...sounds interesting. Why the Lobster Bisque? When I was 18, my parents took me out to dinner for my birthday and I'd had Lobster Bisque. It was wonderful. Being the silly person that I am, I assumed Fred Meyer had the same quality of soup as the 5 star restaurant I'd been to. Of course, I expected the same damn soup. I cooked it, sat down to watch a cheesy movie, and could feel my face contort.
It was pretty terrible. And yet, I continued to eat it. I don't know why sometimes I do this. Maybe I think of starving people and I feel guilty if I don't finish. Maybe my tastebuds will adjust and miraculously the taste will improve. Maybe I know I spent a good hard earned 5 dollars on this crap that could have just as easily gone to the coffee shop I go to everyday for a mocha. I just kept eating it. What makes it so effed up was I could actually pinpoint what the flavor was that I was tasting.
Somehow, Fred Meyer had found a way to make Bile Soup and call it Lobster Bisque. LIARS! You know when you are running around and you kinda over do it and a little up-chuck burns your throat. That's bile. That taste...is Fred Meyer's Lobster Bisque with Sherry.
Ultimately...I threw in the towel and made myself something else to eat.
It was worth having a bowl of bile just to come up with the title of this blog entry.
The soup was Bisque-gusting. Get it?