| Another bowl licked
clean of that life-saving liquid. A truly delicious concoction with
interesting particles, some that floated then mostly sank. How was this
created? Try as I might I could not produce anything half as tasty
at home Savoury yes, wholesome, but not that assembly of wonderful
smells plus exciting texture, culminating in wondrous flavour that demanded
another bowl ladled from the steaming kettle.
I was consumed with frustration. Here I was, very successful, very rich, craving exceptional soup to rejuvenate me after a hard day's work -- but not being able to produce it in my own kitchen. I had to go out to his restaurant, and that most evenings, was an unacceptable strain. I knew his recipes were secret -- but even if I had them I doubt if I could reproduce them. Like most works of art they evolved . Never two soups the same. Each one a surprise. The contents of the stock pot never written down. Fresh seasonal herbs and a whole new chapter following his return from Thailand. Then, like a thunderbolt, it came to me -- Abduction! Keep him locked up in the room next to the kitchen, force him to cook soups every evening for a week. Video his every move using hidden cameras, try to record every ingredient. Only then will he be released and paid a very handsome sum of money. He would never know the location of his prison or his abductor. Yes I know it is a criminal act, but worth the risk? NEXT |
| I have gone off
soup. I still enjoy the occasional bowl, but it is not the obsession
as before. Really I could not believe it. What a let down.
The camera can't lie, there he was, perhaps to spite me, opening "a tin
of Heinz" -- yes he added this and that, but not much. He cheated.
Well I can tell you now he was released early, to go scampering back to his famous restaurant. He probably guessed it was me, I was too up front about my craving for his soups. I thought the money would keep him quiet, stop him going to the law. Definitely not worth the risk! TOP |