It's cold. It's wet. It's dark.
After a bubble bath, I decided that flannel pajamas, wool socks and a bowl of firing hot tomato soup was just what I needed. I got the soup warming, and went to check my email. A few minutes later, I was worried I would burn it. Tomato soup is unpredictably easy to burn. I whisked it off the stove and poured it into a bowl. I let it cool off and spooned the soup into my waiting mouth. BLAH! Something definitely went wrong in the making of that soup. After a few tries, I concluded that it was a bad can of soup. I poured the rotten tomato soup down the drain, rinsed the sink and started over. I was nervous about this next try, but I really had a hankering for hot tomato soup!! After a little research on what to add for better flavor, I decided on onion, salt, pepper and basil. I stirred, sipped and stirred some more. Then, I poured my second bowl of tomato soup. I let it cool off and spooned the soup into my impatient mouth. BLAH! I once again poured the even more rotten tomato soup down the drain and rinsed the sink. I dug through the trash examined the cans. Stupid healthy choice crap. This goes to show that the real stuff is always better.
I dirtied up 2 bowls, 3 spoons, 2 pots and a stove stop, all to end up on the couch eating popcorn and a few spoonfuls of peanut butter.
When is spring coming?
Red Nose, Aching Heart by The Pioneer Woman
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