Without Soup

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

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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

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just waiting to be added to some good stock. Delicious paste

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that could be added to some hot water for Sure!

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Even the bubble bath describes itself as indulging cream

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to be stirred into to a warm broth at the last minute leaving it head and shoulders

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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

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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!