had a hard day today. imma eat two packets of instant soup for one like popping candy
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Cheesy Potato Ham Soup
Started by making a caramel colored roux before adding heavy cream, milk, and chicken stock. Grated in gouda, Monterey jack, medium cheddar, and bourbon barrel smoked white cheddar. seasoned with garlic powder, onion powder, salt, pepper, and dried parsley flakes. Let it simmer for 30 minutes to let the flavors marry before adding in cubed ham, parboiled potatoes, and homemade bacon bits. Let it get up to temp and finish cooking the potatoes before serving with shredded cheeses and more bacon bits.
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Perfect for the sudden snow we had over the weekend
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I just walked to the counter and freezer like 5 times because I want ice cubes for my soup but I don’t know how many I need bc if I get 1 it’ll still be too hot but 3 might make it too cold and my mum raised me to think having an even number of ice cubes is bad luck
I just want my soup man 😢😢
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hachi my beloved son i love you so much hachi yes i will feed you all the soup in the world
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(A poem I wrote for an OC a couple years ago)
Fire.
Fire’s burning away my only home.
Was it ever truly home, though?
The creaky floor boards, burnt food,
and yelling all say otherwise.
Telling people the other stuff like
how they laid hands on us never
actually got their attention.
At least the food inspector was
serious about his job. He saw how
gross the food was.
How everything else was.
He saw it because they knew that
no one would believe a food inspector
about a topic so serious.
Just like they wouldn’t believe us.
That building was only a shell
of an excuse to earn profit off
of poor innocent souls who
didn’t have a say.
I will have a say.
I need to have a say.
The fire consumes the floorboards
that I always hated as I stand
and watch from a distance.
The floor boards that me and my
brother-… no, sister-
We used to play on them.
We’d get splintered toes
and dirty feet.
Wooden floors were always
hard to keep clean.
The kids forced to clean them
knew that.
No amount of water could ever
scrub away the horrific nature
of that building.
But was it all really that bad?
There is always good in bad,
right?
My sister always told me that.
Maybe she was trying to make
me feel better.
Though maybe it is true.
Maybe it is why I feel bad
about setting fire to this
wretched place.
Or maybe I feel bad because
I left everyone in there.
I left *her* in there,
along with everyone else.
Now I stand from a distance.
Fire was always so pretty
to look at.
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roommate made soup on wednesday, told me it was healthy but nasty. bad texture. me thinks don’t want to try.
friday i drink too much. saturday bad bad bad hangover. he bring me bowl of healthy nasty soup.
me eat soup because soup good for you, no? soup good. soup so so good. drinking my soup. feel so much better.
sunday? morning soup. been thinking about soup all night. good morning nasty healthy soup! i shall drink you and eat you all up.
thank you roommate.