Brother Blotto

Tonight we made a soup from a monastery cookbook, where the recipe called for a full bottle of red wine. I was cold. I ate a lot of soup. I thought alcohol boiled off when you cooked it–but apparently this happens by degrees, depending on a variety of factors. Dear dear. I’m afraid that I’m about to become quite blotto on monk soup. So, um, goodnight.

(Originally posted October 19, 2013)

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