It was one of those evenings when I didn’t care who had what to eat for dinner. I was tired, stressed, and had no clue what I was in the mood for food-wise. Devoted Spouse wasn’t much interested in a three-course dinner and so we did what is known in our house as “grazing.” In other words, every man for himself in the kitchen; you go hungry, tough noogies.
I put my head in the ‘fridge and had a good look around. Blechh. Nothing appealed to me. I recalled that Devoted Spouse made a quick grocery run the day before and I vaguely recalled soup on the list. Soup. Now that sounded good. Not only was it good, it was low in calories and fat because it was Campbell’s Select Harvest Light Italian Style Vegetable and according to Weight Watcher’s one serving equals 0 points. That’s right…Zero points.
I gleefully made my way to the pantry. There on the shelf were several cans of Campbell’s Select Harvest soups…but no Light Italian Style Vegetable. I found something called Select Harvest Healthy Italian Style Wedding soup. Looked like it had some spinach in it and spinach is a vegetable so I was happy enough.
I opened the can and dumped it in a pan on the stove. I stirred it around and as it heated up I got a wooden spoon out and took a closer look at the soup I was about to eat. This is what I saw in my spoon:
Holey Moley what in the blue blazes IS that in my spoon? I looked closer at the can which listed, in small print, meatballs. New flash: those weren’t any conventional meatballs I’ve ever seen. Nope, someone had slipped a bunch of pigeon testicles in my soup. I thought maybe they were made of turkey or chicken because they were so light in color. I kept stirring the soup and each time I poked one of those little round lumps, I swear I heard pigeons in the background.
But I was getting hungry. So I slopped some of the soup into my bowl, grabbed a piece of bread and a spoon and off to the family room I went. The soup broth itself was not bad — I really liked the spinach. The pasta globules were gooey but filling. I simply couldn’t handle the pigeon testicles. This is how my finished meal looked:
Do those look like meatballs to you? I don’t think so. Devoted Spouse has been briefed never to buy that particular flavor of Campbell’s soup again…pigeon testicles. I’m just sayin….sigh…