Of all the gastronomical practices prevalent in this muddle of a country of ours, the one which never ceases to make me raise a three-fifth astonished and five-sixth annoyed eyebrow is the unreserved splatter of all available sauces into the soup without even a forethought of if a chicken clear soup indeed merits a marriage to tomato ketchup, with soy sauce & chili sauce spreading themselves far & wide much like expansive men in a wedding party laced with something slightly strong for civil consumption.
Tut, tut, I mean.
