Yes. I am addicted. To what? How about wonton soup! Yes, I am well aware that soup is “winter food” and it is the middle of summer (Mother Nature missed the memo about it being the middle of summer because she clearly thinks its freakin fall) anyway…… back to the soup. I realize the word addiction may be a little strong however the “compulsive need for and use of a habit-forming substance characterized by tolerance and well defined physiological symptoms upon withdrawl” doesn’t seem that far off really. You see there is a little restaurant in the building I work in that makes wonton soup to order. So the wait may be a bit longer than the traditional slap some meat on bread, sandwich but the wontons are made right when you order them and oh they are so yummy. So every time I am at work all I can think about is going downstairs and getting me some soup. On the weekends I find myself planning what day I am going to treat myself to lunch. Shame is the only thing that prevents me from actually ordering the stuff every day (but trust me if I could find a way to order it and have it delivered so I don’t have to walk the “soup again?” line, oh baby I would.) Heck, last time I was there the little fella that runs the place took one look at me at said “the usual?” So I guess if you have to be addicted to something why not a little wonton (baby!).
