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I do not wish to become a photo blog for a variety of reasons, including the importance of words to me, but my chicken carcass with vegetables and spices came out so peculiarly photogenic mid-soup-making that I wanted to share it. If my stovetop looked just a little more like a Symbolist void, I could try to convince people it was some kind of memento mori still life. Or, since we are going to get new soup out of it, perhaps a metaphor for renewal.
The soup is now boiling and doesn't look like much of anything, especially since I've clapped a lid on it for the next few hours.
The soup is now boiling and doesn't look like much of anything, especially since I've clapped a lid on it for the next few hours.
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There was a news item a few days back about an old (really old) lady who came though covid and claimed her family's recipe for potato soup was what got her through! :o)
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I absolutely don't see how it could hurt.
and claimed her family's recipe for potato soup was what got her through!
Why not?