What I eat, apparently

Here’s my first sampling of soup in Mexico. I’m really not sure what type of soup this is. Considering my Spanish language skills (or, rather, lack thereof), I feel lucky that I ended up with soup, period. In any case, it is filled with delicious. Well, and celery, potatoes, carrots, and a Mystery Vegetable.

This soup had another bonus: it helped shield me from the fact that the actual entree for this meal was incredibly bland! So bland, in fact, that it’s blandness clouded my senses and caused me to put my camera away before I could document said blandness.

As an aside, I’m a big fan of glass bottles of soda.

I generally enjoy ‘fusion food’. This is because of the theory that a restaurant generally does not attempt to serve fusion food unless it has a firm grasp on all of the different types of food it is attempting to merge together. While I don’t really have a firm grasp of anything, much less the cuisines of multiple cultures, it’s still fun to make jabs at it. And it is under this guise that I present my accidental blending of American and Japanese cuisines, hearty miso soup:

See, in theory at least, proper miso soup should be light and brothy. However, being an American, I apparently want my soup to be as filling as possible. Thus, my recent tendency to make miso soup that’s really more like miso stew, with vast quantities of tofu and seaweed floating about. It may quite possibly be the best breakfast ever.