Today's illustrious band:

Square Soup

Brought to you by the salad bar Skeeter and I visited at lunch yesterday.

One of the regular features of that particular salad bar (besides mini-corn dogs) is the soup offering. I wasn't sure what was in one of the tureens, so I dipped the ladle and pulled up a sample. The ladle contained amber water and cubes. The meat had been diced into near-perfect cubic centimeters. Carrots, onions and celery: ditto. Nothing in there but square corners and flat surfaces, like a cauldron full of soggy mosaic tiles. No doubt the broth had been flavored with a bouillon cube, too.

Culinary addendum: According to Skeeter, whose Scandinavian tastebuds are so finely attuned to the nuances of pale foods that he can tell the difference between chicken and turkey without seeing the menu, it was smoked turkey soup.