God Bless The Bread Bowl

I will eat you. Then I will eat the container in which you came.


At the risk of sounding like a morbidly obese man who needs a bulldozer to knock down his walls and a crane to pry him out of bed, here is another post about food:


French onion or clam chowder, it doesn't matter. When you're eating a bread bowl, everybody wins. Is there anything more satisfying than eating a bread bowl? Because - I don't want to only eat my original meal, I need to eat what it came in as well.

Usually, when I'm done with a meal - a deep depression comes over me. That's it? I'm done? How can this be?!

The bread bowl removes this wall of sadness. It replaces sadness with hope - in the form of deliciously soaked bread.

The inventor of the bread bowl knew what he was doing: "I've got it! Now the fatties can eat their soup AND the bowl it came in!" Inventor's Sidekick: "That will never work sir, no one is that fat and it seems a little redundant." Inventor, "Oh, believe me, there are people out there who are that morbidly obese."

Clearly, the inventor was onto something. The meal is gone but the bowl remains - primed for eating - simply glorious.

God bless the bread bowl.