May 3, 2007
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Souper
I’ve got courgette and thyme soup from our little food bar for lunch today, with baked potato crisps and a nana. The soup is glorious. Utterly glorious. A hug in a mug.
All the stress of this morning, including the ‘You call it 68, I say it’s 69 accounts’ argument has just melted away.
The power of soup.
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Comments (3)
I first read that as “cigarette” soup, which made me question a lot of things about the universe. But I’ve made that mistake before. More than once, I’ve managed to call tortilla soup “Tequila soup,” a faux pas that we will file under wishful thinking.
That would be souper-power, just like Wonderwoman et al have in abundance, maybe…
There should be a Church of Soup.