Meet Lappy and Sexy Noodle Soup

Hello blog, meet the new lappy. I've never owned one before, but so far things are working out very well. As you can see, I am currently struck in a popular lappy-owner pose; sitting on my bedroom floor, a boyfriend pillow lovingly wrapping itself around me so its stubby arms can gently caress my hips, lappy perched on my lap (hence the name). As you can also see, it's a Macbook black, and although you can't tell by looking, it's a refurb. I have a received a few compliments on it, and have gladly absorbed them. Not so gladly as I could were this lappy something I had baked, but so it goes. Not everything can be made of flour, egg, and sugar.

Tonight was the second to last Sunday night of the Bodyworlds schedule. As all Sundays have gone since this exhibit took hold at OMSI, I worked 10:30a to 9p. It makes for a very long day, longer feeling than other 10-hr days because it goes so late. I eat breakfast at the beginning of the shift, lunch around 3p or 4p, a snack around 7p, home by 9:30p. It's late enough when I get home that I often disregard dinner. Since the weather has officially turned nasty, tonight around 11:30p when hunger pangs hit, I wanted warm hot no fuss comfort food. Consulting my comparatively extensive pantry, I found only mostly condiments, dried fruit, cans of beans and legumes, and mac 'n cheese. Even that seemed like too much effort. Yet salvation! A can of TJ's chicken noodle soup! Chicken noodle and I have a long and pleasant history. We are as comfort to each other as big fuzzy blankets and cold days, and exactly what I needed in this freezing house and as I enter into the lonesome, anxious, perturbed, and depressing week, days 21-28, that slides into days 1-7 of my menstrual cycle. (What I know almost as well, though not so long as soup.)

This soup alone would not satisfy me. It needed more. Having made chocolate molten lava cakes for our dessert-themed housewarming on Friday, a double recipe of which calls for a dozen eggs--six whole, six yolks--I had a fair amount of egg whites left over. I intend to use some of them to make the fluffiest pancakes sometime later in the week, but tonight, one of them plus a whole egg would garnish an otherwise still-tasty can of soup. I'm used to the way the egg flowers and wilts in the boiling soup, but what was unexpected were the globs of not-quite-thoroughly-cooked egg white. They remained heavy and viscous, and were the most delicious thing I've had the pleasure of swallowing in quite some time. The thick gel sliding down my throat was heavenly erotic, especially when accompanied by the fragrant delights of the hot, burning chicken broth. It was a treat for someone who had only just spent earlier hours reading about how to successfully deep throat and give perfect, mind-blowing head. No foreseeable chance to practice in the near future (though I know the pastures of such-minded animals, I keep to my side of the fence [metaphor! no animals in my love life]), but you can never learn too much.



Poached Egg Chicken Noodle Soup

one can of you favorite chicken noodle soup or vegetable noodle or comparable
one egg, or an egg and a half, or even two eggs if you want, or a few two-day-old eggs whites if you want the erotic experience, or some combination thereof


Bring the soup to a light boil or simmer over high heat. In a small bowl, lightly whisk egg(s) to break up the yolk(s). Pour into simmering soup. Wait a minute or so for eggs to cook through, remove from heat, and eat. Caution, hot and sexy!


As for those molten lava chocolate cakes, I'm not sure if I really actually like them or more the idea of them. It's egg-heavy chocolate cake that you don't bake all the way so that steaming hot chocolate cake batter can dribble down your chin. The baked cake is incredibly dense and moist, however, though it's hard to time the baking since I use muffin pans instead of ramekins and the cooking time can vary depending n the oven, amount of batter in each cup, etc., and I often overbake to just end up with dense, moist, flat little cupcakes. All said, that soup has left me craving chocolate. Jesus, I really am heading into that stereotypical PMS.


PS--In the course of my eroitc online research, I came across this: http://www.mypenisandeveryoneelses.com/ and think it's a brilliant idea. I would love to see the film and hear his conclusions. Has anyone done one about vaginas yet? I'm so sure there must be one out there. I can't say I didn't look at the crotch of every female Bodyworlds artifact to check out their build and assure myself that I'm not alone in looking like me. And lo, I am not. Warmer to the touch and much more responsive than those plastinates, though.