Dave's spicy tomato soup 07/08/06

michelangelo's david is a notoriously unimaginative cook, and a profound disappointment on the dancefloor. our david, on the other hand, is a whole other story. he once made a pasta dish with chicken and ice cream (no joke). his margin in the dancing department is narrower, but our man still has a distinct edge. he cooked at belvoir street on monday..

as mel recalls "i know there was some fine fashion indeed - pinafores, high waisted jeans, leopard skin and bleached hair were all on show. there was monday night outrage as to the general state of the world. dave told thetale of his 3am journey with his pot and his soup - he burnt the first version of his soup while brushing his teeth, made it again, and has since ex-communicated the cheap and nastypot from his kitchen. enrique gave us a sermon. the reading came from a book called the power of now. it urged us all to examine ourselves for lurking resentment of those around us, referring to this unspoken, unrecognised resentment as pollution. there was talk of handshakes, new jobs, salsa dance partners, ...
attendees: dianne, julie, dave, sri, josh, elena, claire, enrique, ralstan, floradelle, steph, sam and mel
and the menu included potato bread sticks and lemon delicious. yum"

the conversation turned spicy as well - a visit to hooters heated discussion with a disection of the female form from the cross section of attendees.
claire likes shoulders
sri likes boobs
julie likes hands
enrique's friend doesn't like big feet
baby dave likes "small, perky personalities"
and enrique can not believe someone would pay attention to legs while hooters were on show.