We’re out of soup she said. So we added it to the shopping list and that should have been that. Only we weren’t planning on shopping for a few days and it started to haunt me.
“You’re soupless” cried the supple skin oil
from the bathroom windowsill, mocking me every morning and evening, as if I’m somehow less of man without soup in the house.
I mean, how could I have let it get so bad when I’m surrounded by ingredients? Yummy skin food
just waiting to be added to some good stock. Delicious paste
that could be added to some hot water for Sure!
Even the bubble bath describes itself as indulging cream
to be stirred into to a warm broth at the last minute leaving it head and shoulders
above inferior soups.
After three days of this incessant abuse from JuicyLucy’s bathroom products I could take no more so I did the only sane thing a man in my position could do. I softened some onions in a little oil
whilst I chopped up some veg, stirred it altogether with some good honest stock and liquidised the whole damn lot. We were soupless no more!