“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.
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?
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 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.
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.
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
“‘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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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 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?
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…
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 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.
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?
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
soup is beautiful. all the many types of soups and flavors as they flow through your mouth. yums
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
“‘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.”
chickenmushrooms minestra poop nanna vomit yellow orange
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…”
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!
Wong tong!
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
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.
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.
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.
Soups are nice.
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 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?
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…
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 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.
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?
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.
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
Slurp.
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.
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.
soups make me think of russian trains. there is no place on earth, where industrial soups with instant noodles taste better.
soups du jour, soups cold and hot, soups to nuts. gazpacho, potato, tomato, chicken noodle, tortilla.
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.
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.
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.