Unfortunately there is no picture of this soup… nay, this phenomenon is culinary art.

Driving home from work one afternoon it suddenly occurred to me that I had 5 tomatoes in the fridge that would soon be past their prime (and days away from growing a pair of legs). I decided that it would be a pity for these plump tomatoes to go to waste and so concluded that I would have to cook them that same day. As I was preparing a quick lunch I chopped the tomatoes into quarters, chucked them into water with a clove of garlic, roasted sunflower seeds and some oregano and let them simmer for close to an hour. I remembered the throw in about a teaspoon of sugar some time in between. When the tomatoes had softened sufficiently and I was tired of giving my concoction attention, I blended the whole thing and just let it sit there. It didn’t look good. It was frothy and smelled somewhat sweet for a soup. Having to go back to work I placed the soup in the fridge and thought I’d worry about it later. Or throw it out, whichever came first.

Lucky for the soup the next day was a sunday so after some thought I brought the soup out to revive it. I boiled it again and added some cornflour mixture. When I wasn’t looking Matt threw in some tobasco sauce. (The reason being that I merely was not looking and not because I don’t approve of tobasco sauce). And I have no idea what happened there, seeing as it was so simple, but it turned out to be delicious.  Just ask our friend dave! He was the one to give it it’s outrageous name.