Soups are nice and yummy especially when it is warm. But when its cold it doesnt taste just as good as it was when it was hot…warm. I think soup makes everyone feel better :) i know it makes me feel better. Enjoy soup, specially some made from mum and dad.
You carried me up
With our stomachs of soups.
We found eachother’s hands again
Our lips speaking to eachother
Our brains wiring a map out
For the fingers to follow to.
Every muscle was a troupe
Marching along the road home.
I don’t know much about soups. Im only 16, but the only soup i can accurately make is happiness soup. Anyone can make happiness soup, but everyone’s recipie is a little different. I guess the question at hand is what would one put in happiness soup? Step one: Try to avoid worldly distractions. Fancy cars, beauty, and mony are nice, but they will only distract from the perfect flavor of happiness. Warning- this step is not easy, but essential to creating happiness soup. Step two: Start with the meat of your soup, yourself. Discover who you are, by selecting the right cut of meat. In other words, decide what you like about yourself and challenge yourself using it. This will tenderize you. The reason this step is important is If your not happy with yourself and don’t quite know who you are, it will be nearly impossible to share who you are with other people. That brings us to step three: Share what you love most about yourself. When I say this I’m talking about YOU not the outer (though beautiful) you, but who you are inside. Think of this as the broth of your soup. The flavor of your charicter intertwines with the people around you making your entire soup flavorful and harmonious. Sharing who you are will not only bring others closer to you but will fill you with joy in knowing that you are important. Step four: Who you sourround yourself with. Like mixed vegetables and seasonings, the people you surround yourself with can be of all different sizes, shapes, and flavors. The important thing is that their flavors blend well with you, even if they dont with each other. By doing this, your happiness soup will have extra variety and test if your ingredients are compatible with you. If not, throw them out. They will be a wonderful addition to another persons happiness soup. Lastly, step five: Keeping your soup hot. You have accomplished finding you ingredients as well as who you are. The last step to happiness soup is TO BE HAPPY! This will keep your soup hot and flavorful as it is enjoyed by you and those surrounding you. So stay positive, negativity will ruin your soup and it will only appear as a “bowl half empty”. Congratulations! You have created your own happiness soup! Now sit back and enjoy it, for the happier you are, the longer your soup will stay happy as well.
if i had to eat one thing for the rest of my life, it would definitely be soup. My favorite kind is chicken soup. The last soup i had to eat was pea soup. Soup is healthy, and everyone should have it every day. Amen.
The imagery pooled, only to cascade over auditory etching and echoes coalescing into mellifluous soups that tasted like the sights and sounds of a digitally defined generation.
Soups are war family affairs. Good for the heart and soul. They encourage sharing, joy and happiness. Tomato soup, sweet corn, sea food chowder, hot and sour, chicken broth, clear soup, lemon corriander soup are a few of my favorite soups. Running noses and tons of tlc are what call for a soup any time of a year. And Sumer favorites are cold cucumber soups or hearty ones like French onion soup.
i like soups in the fall.
it’s the most satisfying thing to come home from a long day, cozy up with a blanket and enjoy a nice, warm bowl of a good hearty soup in front of the wood stove.
on a cold winter day, a soup can warm you up. it can fill you with a warm, fuzzy feeling, one that can make you smile. soups are delicious and now i feel like having one. yum yum yum. souuuup.
I always love soups as a part of my meals. chicken soup, beef soup, or even mushroom soup. any kind of soup. it contains carrots, potato, bean, etc. add sausage or meatballs if you like.
i hate soup. im too sad to even think about food. she cant eat for a week, why should i? everything sucks. i go see her. im so overjoyed that i’m with her. im so depressed that i’m with her. every time i leave i get emotionally shit on. shes worth every damn second of it.
In a potato cream, the bacon seemed to call for a serving of crackers. I dipped my spoon in with levity just brushing along the tense surface. Chives and all.
I bet soups are more for people that think about soups. It is a common practice of that nature. I bet I bet I can run a muck with your tree hugging soup. Warm days are for warm people. Cold days are for Seattle. Glug glug soup is delicious. One day I will eat it and know the taste of it. I talk.
Well this one day i got hungry and i asked mah moma if i could have some soup….the end.
But then the other i went to mah momma and asked her if i could have some soup, she stabbed herself in the finger and went to get stich…….FFFFF I RAN OUT OF TIME.
She pass by the soup kitchen. Free daily soups, the sign read. Cold and trembling as she look at the long line. A fear of embarrassment yet again let her starve.
We were standing in the super market in the soup isle. I could feel his eyes on me watching my every move. Then he came up behind me and put his arms around me, and for a moment I forgot why I was even there. I heard a cough behind us and I pushed him away, “TOMATO!” I said, trying to clear my head and trying to break the tension between us.
i love a lot of different soups. my favorite will probably be broccoli and cheddar. then miso. got to love miso. i am soup queen. the end loves. eat some soup.
There are as many different
kinds of soup
as there are people:
each drop suited
to a particular taste bud
and a sense
of smell
that blesses each
as it passes through his nostrils.
each scent is a pleasure,
each sip–a joy.
until we learn this distinct fact
we will never be ready
for solid food.
I sit at home and look at it. It’s in a bowl, liquid, with stuff swimming around in it. The steam rises up to my face and moistens it. It smells salty, sort of.
There are as many different
kinds of soup
as there are people:
each drop suited
to a particular taste bud
and a sense
of smell
that blesses each
as it passes through his nostrils.
each scent is a pleasure,
each sip–a joy.
until we learn this distinct fact
we will never be ready for solid food.
I love soup. In a chinese family, soup is often made for the children. I love all types of soup. Soups from all cultures. American, European, Asian, all are delicious. However, I know a lot of people that don’t like soup because of the wetness. I love it though and would drink it forever.
soups reimt sich auf nichts, reimt sich auf groups, aber das tut nichts zur Sache. da ist eher der suppenkasper … Kinderbücher, die aus der Kindheit heraus anklopfen, und warum ich so gerben Suppen koche: weil ich dort alles verwenden kann, was ich habe: gemüsereste, Gewürze, alle möglichen beilagen … so auch das schreiben :-)
soups like campbell soups are made famous by art, pop art which is kind of a conspiracy and part of publicity and trying to get you to consume all ypu can in this society that is all abnout consuption and nothing about the quality of life
I like soups. Pizza an different kins of soups. Soups and pie are different because soup is good and pie is gross. EWWW PIE! I met a fairy that like soup her name was meygan. Pie is not meygan’s favorite food. Meow!!! Soup is reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly good but it burns my fucking toungue. OH NWELL BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! QUY
soups salads pastas, who cares… its all the same dam thing every night. every night on the dinner table mother brings out the same potato soup, over aged salad, and boring pasta.
So soup kitchens are pretty cool. I’ve always wanted to work at one and help people. I really think that helping people is cool. Soup actually reminds me of the best soup out there Cambell’s. I dunno I like their slogan Mmm Mmm Good. It’s pretty catchy. And the simple marketing is a good tactic.
In the kitchen an aroma comes forth, a smell so delightful you can’t resist. When the soup is done, all rush to the dining room where the meal is to be served. The children lips their lips with the thought of their mother’s soup which contains an ingrediant in which no one knows. Dinner is served and the family is content. They enjoy their time together because they never know when something could happen. The soup is delicious, they’d all agree. One day, as the child, now grown up, cooks for her baby girl, the girl looks up and says, “Momma, what was grandma’s secret ingrediant?” “Sweetheart,” she replied, “it was love…”
Soup, soup, a tasty soup, soup!
A spicy carrot and corriander!!
[Chilli Chowder!]
CRUTON CRUTON!
Crunchy friends in a liquid broth!
I am dispatchio, oh!
I am missala soho.
Misso misso,
Fighting in the Dojo,
Misso misso…
Oriental friends in the land of SOUP!
He picks up the empty bowls on the table, one by one, but drops the last one. The last dregs of soup spill out on the floor. He thinks of the Rorschach tests, how useless they were, and then remembers the way he used to watch the clouds grow at sunset. A better way to test the mind, he thought. Cloud-watching.
As he walked into the old fashion house the smell of his mothers warm sweet tomato soup filled his nostrils, his mouth began to water awaiting the flavorful soup to spread across his tongue reaching each taste bud.
Soup is really cool. Soup comes in a lot of different flavors. There is tomato and mushroom and lots more! Soup warms your tummy when you’re not feeling too great. It’s nice when the weather is dreary and cold out too. SO DRINK AND EAT LOTS OF SOUP! Soup is yummy. Very very yummy :) mmm mmm mmm!
The cans of soup lay on his faded tabletop, lined and stacked for each day of the week, he smiled at their preparation. At that moment, he felt so dull that he opened each can of soup and tossed them all in the trash. And that realization that sent him into such a radical action was that the highlight of his day was the organization of soups.
Independent life isn’t easy, nor is it conductive for social solidarity.
soups remind me of the soup nazi from seinfeld, probablly the only episodes of seinfeld i liked, soups are also warm and tasty. i would love to just have soup and watch seinfeld, it sounds like a relaxing night. especially if it was a cold winter night, and i had a snuggie.
I wnat to go to a Itailian resturant that I have never been to before and I want ot get some really good fresh made bread and I want to dip it into my soup. I want the bread to be soaked with the soup and then i want to dunk it into my mouth . and then when the bread is all gone then I will scoop the remaining soup with my spoon into my mouth.
it is often a food of the day in many french restaurants, or not french i guess as well. it is wet and warm and salty. I don’t like much varieties, but corn chowder is good, is chowder a version of soup? hmm, chicken soup is so common but kinda boring. I learned how to say it in french today
Canned soups – check; cartonned soups – check; tinned soups – check. The monotony of this is becoming too much to bear.
Heat soups – check; dish soups – check; serve soups – check. The monotony of this is becoming too much to bear.
Eat soups, drink soups, binge soups – wretch. The monotony of this is becoming too much to bear.
The monotony of THIS is becoming too much to bear.
the common food in Xiabria was what earth people would call soups. But not thin and watery, they were so thick you could stand a spoon in them
French onion soup is gross. Clam Chowder can be too. Chicken noodle is delish. But minestrone makes quite the dish.
You planted seeds to this very moment. I stood in a soup already cooked, scoring my hands and knees, but didn’t notice. Or was it that I didn’t care?
Soups are great for cold days. Its a heart warming soul food as well. It is for the sick and for the healthy. Soup is hot water with added love.
Soups are nice and yummy especially when it is warm. But when its cold it doesnt taste just as good as it was when it was hot…warm. I think soup makes everyone feel better :) i know it makes me feel better. Enjoy soup, specially some made from mum and dad.
You carried me up
With our stomachs of soups.
We found eachother’s hands again
Our lips speaking to eachother
Our brains wiring a map out
For the fingers to follow to.
Every muscle was a troupe
Marching along the road home.
I don’t know much about soups. Im only 16, but the only soup i can accurately make is happiness soup. Anyone can make happiness soup, but everyone’s recipie is a little different. I guess the question at hand is what would one put in happiness soup? Step one: Try to avoid worldly distractions. Fancy cars, beauty, and mony are nice, but they will only distract from the perfect flavor of happiness. Warning- this step is not easy, but essential to creating happiness soup. Step two: Start with the meat of your soup, yourself. Discover who you are, by selecting the right cut of meat. In other words, decide what you like about yourself and challenge yourself using it. This will tenderize you. The reason this step is important is If your not happy with yourself and don’t quite know who you are, it will be nearly impossible to share who you are with other people. That brings us to step three: Share what you love most about yourself. When I say this I’m talking about YOU not the outer (though beautiful) you, but who you are inside. Think of this as the broth of your soup. The flavor of your charicter intertwines with the people around you making your entire soup flavorful and harmonious. Sharing who you are will not only bring others closer to you but will fill you with joy in knowing that you are important. Step four: Who you sourround yourself with. Like mixed vegetables and seasonings, the people you surround yourself with can be of all different sizes, shapes, and flavors. The important thing is that their flavors blend well with you, even if they dont with each other. By doing this, your happiness soup will have extra variety and test if your ingredients are compatible with you. If not, throw them out. They will be a wonderful addition to another persons happiness soup. Lastly, step five: Keeping your soup hot. You have accomplished finding you ingredients as well as who you are. The last step to happiness soup is TO BE HAPPY! This will keep your soup hot and flavorful as it is enjoyed by you and those surrounding you. So stay positive, negativity will ruin your soup and it will only appear as a “bowl half empty”. Congratulations! You have created your own happiness soup! Now sit back and enjoy it, for the happier you are, the longer your soup will stay happy as well.
if i had to eat one thing for the rest of my life, it would definitely be soup. My favorite kind is chicken soup. The last soup i had to eat was pea soup. Soup is healthy, and everyone should have it every day. Amen.
The imagery pooled, only to cascade over auditory etching and echoes coalescing into mellifluous soups that tasted like the sights and sounds of a digitally defined generation.
Soups are war family affairs. Good for the heart and soul. They encourage sharing, joy and happiness. Tomato soup, sweet corn, sea food chowder, hot and sour, chicken broth, clear soup, lemon corriander soup are a few of my favorite soups. Running noses and tons of tlc are what call for a soup any time of a year. And Sumer favorites are cold cucumber soups or hearty ones like French onion soup.
i like soups in the fall.
it’s the most satisfying thing to come home from a long day, cozy up with a blanket and enjoy a nice, warm bowl of a good hearty soup in front of the wood stove.
on a cold winter day, a soup can warm you up. it can fill you with a warm, fuzzy feeling, one that can make you smile. soups are delicious and now i feel like having one. yum yum yum. souuuup.
I always love soups as a part of my meals. chicken soup, beef soup, or even mushroom soup. any kind of soup. it contains carrots, potato, bean, etc. add sausage or meatballs if you like.
i hate soup. im too sad to even think about food. she cant eat for a week, why should i? everything sucks. i go see her. im so overjoyed that i’m with her. im so depressed that i’m with her. every time i leave i get emotionally shit on. shes worth every damn second of it.
In a potato cream, the bacon seemed to call for a serving of crackers. I dipped my spoon in with levity just brushing along the tense surface. Chives and all.
I bet soups are more for people that think about soups. It is a common practice of that nature. I bet I bet I can run a muck with your tree hugging soup. Warm days are for warm people. Cold days are for Seattle. Glug glug soup is delicious. One day I will eat it and know the taste of it. I talk.
Well this one day i got hungry and i asked mah moma if i could have some soup….the end.
But then the other i went to mah momma and asked her if i could have some soup, she stabbed herself in the finger and went to get stich…….FFFFF I RAN OUT OF TIME.
the soup is hot the soup is good. I took it and it made me feel happier. Why?
She pass by the soup kitchen. Free daily soups, the sign read. Cold and trembling as she look at the long line. A fear of embarrassment yet again let her starve.
We were standing in the super market in the soup isle. I could feel his eyes on me watching my every move. Then he came up behind me and put his arms around me, and for a moment I forgot why I was even there. I heard a cough behind us and I pushed him away, “TOMATO!” I said, trying to clear my head and trying to break the tension between us.
i love a lot of different soups. my favorite will probably be broccoli and cheddar. then miso. got to love miso. i am soup queen. the end loves. eat some soup.
There are as many different
kinds of soup
as there are people:
each drop suited
to a particular taste bud
and a sense
of smell
that blesses each
as it passes through his nostrils.
each scent is a pleasure,
each sip–a joy.
until we learn this distinct fact
we will never be ready
for solid food.
I sit at home and look at it. It’s in a bowl, liquid, with stuff swimming around in it. The steam rises up to my face and moistens it. It smells salty, sort of.
There are as many different
kinds of soup
as there are people:
each drop suited
to a particular taste bud
and a sense
of smell
that blesses each
as it passes through his nostrils.
each scent is a pleasure,
each sip–a joy.
until we learn this distinct fact
we will never be ready for solid food.
I love soup. In a chinese family, soup is often made for the children. I love all types of soup. Soups from all cultures. American, European, Asian, all are delicious. However, I know a lot of people that don’t like soup because of the wetness. I love it though and would drink it forever.
soups reimt sich auf nichts, reimt sich auf groups, aber das tut nichts zur Sache. da ist eher der suppenkasper … Kinderbücher, die aus der Kindheit heraus anklopfen, und warum ich so gerben Suppen koche: weil ich dort alles verwenden kann, was ich habe: gemüsereste, Gewürze, alle möglichen beilagen … so auch das schreiben :-)
soups like campbell soups are made famous by art, pop art which is kind of a conspiracy and part of publicity and trying to get you to consume all ypu can in this society that is all abnout consuption and nothing about the quality of life
I like soups. Pizza an different kins of soups. Soups and pie are different because soup is good and pie is gross. EWWW PIE! I met a fairy that like soup her name was meygan. Pie is not meygan’s favorite food. Meow!!! Soup is reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly good but it burns my fucking toungue. OH NWELL BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! QUY
soups salads pastas, who cares… its all the same dam thing every night. every night on the dinner table mother brings out the same potato soup, over aged salad, and boring pasta.
So soup kitchens are pretty cool. I’ve always wanted to work at one and help people. I really think that helping people is cool. Soup actually reminds me of the best soup out there Cambell’s. I dunno I like their slogan Mmm Mmm Good. It’s pretty catchy. And the simple marketing is a good tactic.
In the kitchen an aroma comes forth, a smell so delightful you can’t resist. When the soup is done, all rush to the dining room where the meal is to be served. The children lips their lips with the thought of their mother’s soup which contains an ingrediant in which no one knows. Dinner is served and the family is content. They enjoy their time together because they never know when something could happen. The soup is delicious, they’d all agree. One day, as the child, now grown up, cooks for her baby girl, the girl looks up and says, “Momma, what was grandma’s secret ingrediant?” “Sweetheart,” she replied, “it was love…”
Soup, soup, a tasty soup, soup!
A spicy carrot and corriander!!
[Chilli Chowder!]
CRUTON CRUTON!
Crunchy friends in a liquid broth!
I am dispatchio, oh!
I am missala soho.
Misso misso,
Fighting in the Dojo,
Misso misso…
Oriental friends in the land of SOUP!
-mighty boosh
He picks up the empty bowls on the table, one by one, but drops the last one. The last dregs of soup spill out on the floor. He thinks of the Rorschach tests, how useless they were, and then remembers the way he used to watch the clouds grow at sunset. A better way to test the mind, he thought. Cloud-watching.
As he walked into the old fashion house the smell of his mothers warm sweet tomato soup filled his nostrils, his mouth began to water awaiting the flavorful soup to spread across his tongue reaching each taste bud.
Soup is really cool. Soup comes in a lot of different flavors. There is tomato and mushroom and lots more! Soup warms your tummy when you’re not feeling too great. It’s nice when the weather is dreary and cold out too. SO DRINK AND EAT LOTS OF SOUP! Soup is yummy. Very very yummy :) mmm mmm mmm!
The cans of soup lay on his faded tabletop, lined and stacked for each day of the week, he smiled at their preparation. At that moment, he felt so dull that he opened each can of soup and tossed them all in the trash. And that realization that sent him into such a radical action was that the highlight of his day was the organization of soups.
Independent life isn’t easy, nor is it conductive for social solidarity.
soups remind me of the soup nazi from seinfeld, probablly the only episodes of seinfeld i liked, soups are also warm and tasty. i would love to just have soup and watch seinfeld, it sounds like a relaxing night. especially if it was a cold winter night, and i had a snuggie.
I wnat to go to a Itailian resturant that I have never been to before and I want ot get some really good fresh made bread and I want to dip it into my soup. I want the bread to be soaked with the soup and then i want to dunk it into my mouth . and then when the bread is all gone then I will scoop the remaining soup with my spoon into my mouth.
it is often a food of the day in many french restaurants, or not french i guess as well. it is wet and warm and salty. I don’t like much varieties, but corn chowder is good, is chowder a version of soup? hmm, chicken soup is so common but kinda boring. I learned how to say it in french today