Do you have a sound you make when something displeases you slightly but not enough warrant a real word?
My sound would be: shmeh. I don’t think I say it often, but that’s what I think in my head anyway. And that’s how I felt about Trader Joe’s split pea soup. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had a canned soup, and I remember why. But last night I was just entirely too lazy to do anything else. I added black beans and quinoa, but to no avail. The soup is not good.
I had it with a tempeh sandwich with mashed avocado and tahini slaw. That was good.
Entirely unable to throw things away, I ate the remaining soup (and the exact same meal) again for lunch today.
You know what is good though? Trader Joe’s olive oil popcorn. A good 30 minutes after eating, Stew came into the kitchen, burst out laughing and marched me into the bathroom where I discovered the popcorn was so good that in my attempts to shovel it into my face faster, I was also throwing it into my hair.
No big deal.