Thermos vacuum flasks.
I remember the old thermos flasks that used cork as cover. Flowery, very Made-In-China stuff. After a few hours, the hot water inside turns cold. Nevertheless, those things worked while better insulation methods were being experimented. Until that happened, we were all at the mercy of very fragile thermos flasks that had this condom-thin glass tubing inside that breaks everytime the thermos falls and hits the ground.
I used to carry one to the office. It would be filled with either of my favourite soups: mushroom, minestrone, asparagus – of course I cannot put in French Onion soup, which is another favourite of mine.
Nisaa broke one the other day. I guess I will have to buy a new one. As busy as I may seem nowadays, I make time to buy flasks. It doesn’t take long: only slightly longer than blogging, and even longer than a short call to ask a friend how he/she is doing; and definitely longer than having to call other people to tell them I’ll be needing my flask because it is a symbolic ritual of this new flask religion I am embracing.
So, go buy a flask, people. It’s cheap, and you don’t have to harrass other people by calling them for one.