I have a friend from my former job.
Not really. I had more than one.
Anyway, we used to joke that Pacific Northwesterners are about the most passive-aggressive group of people you’ll ever meet. In other words, we’re painfully indirect, we never say what we mean, we sigh and shake our heads and complain behind someone’s back rather than confront them about what’s bothering us, and we have a million little ways of showing you know that something’s not okay even when we say it is.
I don’t know why we do this. The group shrug. Maybe it’s rain-induced. A vitamin D deficiency.
But hopefully we all have a few people that we can be painfully honest with, people with whom it’s safe to say what you feel. For me, Nacho Man is one of those lucky people. Take, for example, this recent exchange.
“What’s this?” Nacho Man asked, peering at something in the refrigerator.
“Garlic soup,” I declared forthrightly.
“Hmm,” he said as he closed the door. “Sounds interesting.”
Do you see what he just did?
But that’s his loss. This soup is wonderful. And it’s just the meal for you if:
1. You’re a busy mom with kids hanging on you all day and you don’t have it in you to tell your significant other, “Not tonight, honey.” It’s a safe word you don’t even have to say;
2. You’re so into Twilight that you’re casting paranoid–I mean rightfully suspicious–glances at your neighbors;
3. You’ve ever stared at a pantry that’s barren except for garlic, onions, and chicken stock and walked away, defeated;
4. You love love love garlic.
Check out the recipe at smitten kitchen, then whip up a batch and savor it for lunch for a few days. This soup is warm, earthy, and garlicky without being in your face.
It’s passive-aggressive that way.