I have many soups to choose from at Whole Foods. Broccoli-Pea, Banana-split, Chili-cheese, Mushroom-broth and more. I feel paralyzed by all the choices so I end up only buying crackers.
I love soup. It’s raining outside and I want tomato soup. With grilled cheese. Omnomnom. Some tomato soup is good but some is icky. Once my mom got unsalted tomato soup and it was gross and sweet.
When I was a child, I never particularly enjoyed eating soups. Maybe it was the way that they sat on the stove top for hours and made the entire house smell like old ham. Or maybe it was the way that my father used to slowly slurp his soup, and the way that the liquid would gather along his chin before he would wipe it away. The other day, however, after my father died, I felt the need to cook some soup, and let the smell of childhood memories waft through the house.
There were three different soups to choose from. She could not decide because her mind was elsewhere. Food was the last thing on her mind, though she knew she needed to feed herself. She sat and thought about all that had happened that day and still a was surprised at her response. To much time had past for her to drive to see how he was doing.
Soups are a good food for dieters. They can contain a lot of nutrients, without too many calories. Plus all of the tastes blend together so if you don’t like some of the vegetables, you still get the benefit of eating them without the yucky taske
The bubbly, fizzing sound from the stove broke the mood. The soups were always her job and she was neglecting it. Running over to stir down the pot boiling over, she laughed giddily at the thought of what they had just done. His family was sitting around the great room, trying not to notice the two of them. She looked at them. She loved them all so much. How could she serve them scalded soup?
I made the soup as I had seen my mother do countless times. I mixed the ingredients together slowly, savouring the smell of the herbs and taking comfort in the rythmic movements of spoon in broth. I missed my mom at times like this, it serves as a reminder to me that the simple things matter.
She raised the bowl to her lips and drank the last few drops of her soup. The warmth of it seemed to dribble in small rivers down her throat and soon built up the strength to course strong and heated throughout her entire body.
I didn’t know whether or not to get broccoli cheddar or tomato. It was a common problem at Panera for me (and it seemed like only me). Was I the only person who suffered extreme fickle attitudes like this? I felt alone, even just ordering soups…
The bubbly, fizzing sound from the stove broke the mood. The soups were always her job and she was neglecting it. Running over to stir down the pot boiling over, she laughed giddily at the thought of what they had just done. His big family was sitting around the great room, trying not to notice the two of them. She looked at them. She loved them all so much. How could she serve them scalded soup?
Soups are delicious. Frankly, I don’t think I can enjoy a good soup without a nice sandwich. A good soup always has a complementary sandwich. Perhaps the thought of that is because everything needs a partner, and a soup’s partner is a good sandwich. Soup, sandwich and a coffee. That’s the best way to start a day.
the soups had left nothing in the kitchen. The tomatos and the carrots had all be thrown into the pots that now sat lazily boiling away the fruits of the labor. Tamara sat on one of the stools carefully watching the boil. Letting the sweat aroma of cooking meats and veggies fill the air.
I sat in my bed, my feet were hurting after a long day walking. Outside it was raining and inside I had the heater on, ready to watch a movie with my best friends and drinking some delicious soups.
i thought about one thing once. how much i loved her soup. the taste, the warmth of the broth on my tongue. cold mornings. deep sighs. the left behind, memories of never was and sometimes were. i thought i loved her, but it wasn’t meant to be. i just loved her soup. the cooking. it comes from the heart. it comes from love, but there was none there.
Soups are tasty and usually are best in vegetable form. They are warm and fill you up and are exceedingly healthy. Also, they are easy to make! Suck them with a straw too!
Whenever I was sick, my dad would bring me soup. I smile slightly as the nostalgia came flooding back, but it faded as I realized that he wasn’t here anymore. I sat up from my bed and held back a few tears.
Suppen gibt es mit Nudeln, mit Gemüse, mit Reis, mit Brotstücken. Wenn es sehr warm war, mehrere Tage über 30 Grad, dann gab es “Biersuppe”. In Malzbier brockte jeder eins-zwei Scheiben Brot und löffelte das Ganze dann aus. Ich kann mir heute nicht mehr vorstellen, davon satt geworden zu sein.
soup has carrots and tomatos and potatoes and I like soup. i remember having a sore throat any my great grandma asking me if I wanted chicken noodle soup. well, she asked if I wanted the broth. I didn’t know what broth was. I was confused and sick and started crying.
Soups soothe the soul. People really underestimate and under appreciate soup. When you’re sick and miserable and those over the counter drugs aren’t working. A bowl of soup magically does the trick.
At the soup kitchen, they had all kinds of things; it wasn’t fancy, but people from all over the world had come to work there, had come to share their specialties. There was Momma, who made a hot gumbo that could melt the ice from your heart in winter; there was Cherie, whose rich peasant stews and hearty bread could fill you up after a few spoonfuls; and of course Natasha, who ruled the kitchens, made pools, lakes, seas of borscht.
Chinese food makes me salivate like one of Pavlov’s horses. There is one place in Midtown Kansas City where I go whenever I have half the chance
and I order the largest helpings of spicy food and shrimp and squid. And it is the greatest pleasure to share it with others–sharing a part of my soul with those I love most dearly.
“‘uman soups, like.”
Belle spat. “Thas’ a lie, Bridgen, and you know it. There ‘aint no such thin’.”
He shook his head. “No, it’s the truth, I swear it. Davey say they’re makin’ ‘em more and more, seein as they got plenty o’ dead and lackin’ in meat, and all.”
Belle wrinkled her nose. She’d always said war brought out the worst in people, but cannibalism? She’d never heard the like before, not in her life. “Well remind me to stay plenty away from then, then. I’m not to be turned into soup anytime soon.”
they make me sick they’re colour so yellow and orange like puke , but thean again they are helpful during illness and they are usefull nutrition when you’re old and wrinkly and no longer have nay teeth to taste any actual good food .. maybe they’re not that bad
The chicken soup that warms your heart and body on a chilly day. A temporary moment that makes you feel good all day. The first bite is the best because you feel the warmth travel down to your stomach and the bitterness leave the tips of your fingers and toes.
There were five different kinds of soups ladled out on the round, majestically carved table of mahogany. The first was a light broth, decorated with a rare noodle here and there. The next two were cream soups – potatoes floating like debris in one, mushrooms sleeping soundly in the other. The shrimp bisque looked fantastic and colorful, the butternut squash one bright. The last, however, looked the oddest – and was a dark blue.
soups on..come and get it. i like chunky soup with big pieces of meat in it. my wife likes boring tomato sop. soup and sandwiches is a meal which my wife introduced me ,too.
There are a lot of different types of soups. Some people don’t really like soups, I guess. Maybe it’s because of the texture… I know I’m not too keen on the texture of certain soups. I like cream of tomato soup, because it’s smooth and creamy. I don’t like lumpy ones, because I just don’t understand the point of a lumpy soup. Why don’t you just eat an actual meal swimming in liquid?
“What kind of soup would you like?” The waitress was being pleasant, beaming in delight at her first customers of her evening shift. “Which ever you recommend,” the man smiled back at her. He was definitely leaving a tip tonight.
hot and warm on a cold day. Keeps you feeling happy and at home. Chicken noodle is really good when you are sick. comfort food for any occasion.
By Keisha on 06.25.2012
I have many soups to choose from at Whole Foods. Broccoli-Pea, Banana-split, Chili-cheese, Mushroom-broth and more. I feel paralyzed by all the choices so I end up only buying crackers.
By dan URL on 06.25.2012
I love soup. It’s raining outside and I want tomato soup. With grilled cheese. Omnomnom. Some tomato soup is good but some is icky. Once my mom got unsalted tomato soup and it was gross and sweet.
By Spaceghose URL on 06.25.2012
soups du jour, soups cold and hot, soups to nuts. gazpacho, potato, tomato, chicken noodle, tortilla.
By Mike on 06.25.2012
soups make me think of russian trains. there is no place on earth, where industrial soups with instant noodles taste better.
By corinnele on 06.25.2012
When I was a child, I never particularly enjoyed eating soups. Maybe it was the way that they sat on the stove top for hours and made the entire house smell like old ham. Or maybe it was the way that my father used to slowly slurp his soup, and the way that the liquid would gather along his chin before he would wipe it away. The other day, however, after my father died, I felt the need to cook some soup, and let the smell of childhood memories waft through the house.
By Hannah URL on 06.25.2012
There were three different soups to choose from. She could not decide because her mind was elsewhere. Food was the last thing on her mind, though she knew she needed to feed herself. She sat and thought about all that had happened that day and still a was surprised at her response. To much time had past for her to drive to see how he was doing.
By Cris URL on 06.25.2012
Slurp.
By Anna Lee Jones on 06.25.2012
Soups are a good food for dieters. They can contain a lot of nutrients, without too many calories. Plus all of the tastes blend together so if you don’t like some of the vegetables, you still get the benefit of eating them without the yucky taske
By Amber on 06.25.2012
The soups are ready and the people are waiting. Where did I put my keys? Cheese soup, tomato, clam chodder, & chicken. I want to open this door.
By teeda URL on 06.25.2012
The bubbly, fizzing sound from the stove broke the mood. The soups were always her job and she was neglecting it. Running over to stir down the pot boiling over, she laughed giddily at the thought of what they had just done. His family was sitting around the great room, trying not to notice the two of them. She looked at them. She loved them all so much. How could she serve them scalded soup?
By AdrianneMB URL on 06.25.2012
I made the soup as I had seen my mother do countless times. I mixed the ingredients together slowly, savouring the smell of the herbs and taking comfort in the rythmic movements of spoon in broth. I missed my mom at times like this, it serves as a reminder to me that the simple things matter.
By Auz URL on 06.25.2012
She raised the bowl to her lips and drank the last few drops of her soup. The warmth of it seemed to dribble in small rivers down her throat and soon built up the strength to course strong and heated throughout her entire body.
By Ashley on 06.25.2012
I didn’t know whether or not to get broccoli cheddar or tomato. It was a common problem at Panera for me (and it seemed like only me). Was I the only person who suffered extreme fickle attitudes like this? I felt alone, even just ordering soups…
By Emily Forney on 06.25.2012
The bubbly, fizzing sound from the stove broke the mood. The soups were always her job and she was neglecting it. Running over to stir down the pot boiling over, she laughed giddily at the thought of what they had just done. His big family was sitting around the great room, trying not to notice the two of them. She looked at them. She loved them all so much. How could she serve them scalded soup?
By AdrianneMB URL on 06.25.2012
Soups are delicious. Frankly, I don’t think I can enjoy a good soup without a nice sandwich. A good soup always has a complementary sandwich. Perhaps the thought of that is because everything needs a partner, and a soup’s partner is a good sandwich. Soup, sandwich and a coffee. That’s the best way to start a day.
By Sofia Andrade on 06.25.2012
Soups are nice.
By drodi URL on 06.25.2012
the soups had left nothing in the kitchen. The tomatos and the carrots had all be thrown into the pots that now sat lazily boiling away the fruits of the labor. Tamara sat on one of the stools carefully watching the boil. Letting the sweat aroma of cooking meats and veggies fill the air.
By CastorMing on 06.25.2012
I sat in my bed, my feet were hurting after a long day walking. Outside it was raining and inside I had the heater on, ready to watch a movie with my best friends and drinking some delicious soups.
By Florencia Explorer URL on 06.25.2012
i thought about one thing once. how much i loved her soup. the taste, the warmth of the broth on my tongue. cold mornings. deep sighs. the left behind, memories of never was and sometimes were. i thought i loved her, but it wasn’t meant to be. i just loved her soup. the cooking. it comes from the heart. it comes from love, but there was none there.
By Matty M. on 06.25.2012
The sweet smell of her mother’s familiar soup wafted in- she was hungry. Hungry for home and for family, and her parched throat didn’t help
By MagiTheMenace on 06.25.2012
Wong tong!
By MJC on 06.25.2012
Soups are tasty and usually are best in vegetable form. They are warm and fill you up and are exceedingly healthy. Also, they are easy to make! Suck them with a straw too!
By Adam on 06.25.2012
Whenever I was sick, my dad would bring me soup. I smile slightly as the nostalgia came flooding back, but it faded as I realized that he wasn’t here anymore. I sat up from my bed and held back a few tears.
“Guess I’ll have to make it myself, for once…”
By Isabelline on 06.25.2012
Suppen gibt es mit Nudeln, mit Gemüse, mit Reis, mit Brotstücken. Wenn es sehr warm war, mehrere Tage über 30 Grad, dann gab es “Biersuppe”. In Malzbier brockte jeder eins-zwei Scheiben Brot und löffelte das Ganze dann aus. Ich kann mir heute nicht mehr vorstellen, davon satt geworden zu sein.
By Lisa URL on 06.25.2012
soup has carrots and tomatos and potatoes and I like soup. i remember having a sore throat any my great grandma asking me if I wanted chicken noodle soup. well, she asked if I wanted the broth. I didn’t know what broth was. I was confused and sick and started crying.
By Courtney on 06.25.2012
He eats soups… A lot of soups. :) Things that made me smile. Bowl of soup to me… “don’t judge me.” Such a sweet gesture in such a dark time.
By AmyMae URL on 06.25.2012
Soups soothe the soul. People really underestimate and under appreciate soup. When you’re sick and miserable and those over the counter drugs aren’t working. A bowl of soup magically does the trick.
By Char Adams URL on 06.25.2012
At the soup kitchen, they had all kinds of things; it wasn’t fancy, but people from all over the world had come to work there, had come to share their specialties. There was Momma, who made a hot gumbo that could melt the ice from your heart in winter; there was Cherie, whose rich peasant stews and hearty bread could fill you up after a few spoonfuls; and of course Natasha, who ruled the kitchens, made pools, lakes, seas of borscht.
By Carolyn URL on 06.25.2012
Chinese food makes me salivate like one of Pavlov’s horses. There is one place in Midtown Kansas City where I go whenever I have half the chance
and I order the largest helpings of spicy food and shrimp and squid. And it is the greatest pleasure to share it with others–sharing a part of my soul with those I love most dearly.
By Joseph Marx on 06.25.2012
chickenmushrooms minestra poop nanna vomit yellow orange
By Youmakemesmile14 on 06.25.2012
“‘uman soups, like.”
Belle spat. “Thas’ a lie, Bridgen, and you know it. There ‘aint no such thin’.”
He shook his head. “No, it’s the truth, I swear it. Davey say they’re makin’ ‘em more and more, seein as they got plenty o’ dead and lackin’ in meat, and all.”
Belle wrinkled her nose. She’d always said war brought out the worst in people, but cannibalism? She’d never heard the like before, not in her life. “Well remind me to stay plenty away from then, then. I’m not to be turned into soup anytime soon.”
By Emma Crowe URL on 06.25.2012
they make me sick they’re colour so yellow and orange like puke , but thean again they are helpful during illness and they are usefull nutrition when you’re old and wrinkly and no longer have nay teeth to taste any actual good food .. maybe they’re not that bad
By Youmakemesmile14 on 06.25.2012
soup is beautiful. all the many types of soups and flavors as they flow through your mouth. yums
By njsaviebia on 06.25.2012
The chicken soup that warms your heart and body on a chilly day. A temporary moment that makes you feel good all day. The first bite is the best because you feel the warmth travel down to your stomach and the bitterness leave the tips of your fingers and toes.
By Lou on 06.25.2012
There were five different kinds of soups ladled out on the round, majestically carved table of mahogany. The first was a light broth, decorated with a rare noodle here and there. The next two were cream soups – potatoes floating like debris in one, mushrooms sleeping soundly in the other. The shrimp bisque looked fantastic and colorful, the butternut squash one bright. The last, however, looked the oddest – and was a dark blue.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 06.25.2012
The cat’s ears perked and pointed and her nose did the Charleston when the plastic baggie released its fragrant elixir.
I’m sorry I slammed your tail in the door, Sheherezade.
No worries, she purred and pranced and rolled.
By penny dreadful URL on 06.25.2012
soups on..come and get it. i like chunky soup with big pieces of meat in it. my wife likes boring tomato sop. soup and sandwiches is a meal which my wife introduced me ,too.
By joe URL on 06.25.2012
There are a lot of different types of soups. Some people don’t really like soups, I guess. Maybe it’s because of the texture… I know I’m not too keen on the texture of certain soups. I like cream of tomato soup, because it’s smooth and creamy. I don’t like lumpy ones, because I just don’t understand the point of a lumpy soup. Why don’t you just eat an actual meal swimming in liquid?
By Aimee on 06.25.2012
“What kind of soup would you like?” The waitress was being pleasant, beaming in delight at her first customers of her evening shift. “Which ever you recommend,” the man smiled back at her. He was definitely leaving a tip tonight.
By Aimee URL on 06.25.2012