#Single Serve Tomato Soup

[atlantisplus]

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[ragingbookdragon]

Post-mission is always a little rough on Simon. It’s getting back to some semblance of normalcy by sleeping and eating like he didn’t just technically commit a few war crimes. And her, God, if it weren’t for her, Simon doesn’t know where he’d be. Probably still alive, but deadened inside more so than he already thinks himself to be—he’d most likely be an even more hollow specter of a man. She helps, the best she can. Simon doesn’t tell her about the missions (for security purposes as much as it is her mentality), and she doesn’t ask too many questions other than, “Any injuries?” and “Kick some ass?”

He awakens to sunlight, a quiet bedroom, and a digital clock beside him that reads seven-thirty. Simon wonders if there’s something stronger than just chamomile in that tea she makes him drink at night when he isn’t tired, but he feels better than he has in months, so he isn’t complaining.

It does take him a few moments to actually find the desire to move, too warm, too comfortable. Her side of the bed is cool, but the scent of her remains and he rolls over, buries his face in her pillow, and inhales. Simon’s never really understood how shock blankets are supposed to ease someone’s fear, but he does know how the waves of calm seem to roll over him, like he’s laying on the bottom of the ocean, watching the waves as they crash over him, but it’s anything but choppy and rough. Smooth, gentle, loving.

His back aches as bad as his knees do when he finally gets up, but he stretches, pops his bones and joints before slipping on his sweatpants and sweatshirt, hood over his head as he pads into the hallway and listens. It’s a moment before he hears her humming from the kitchen and he follows the sweet sound of her soft voice, leaning against the doorway as he watches her.

Simon likes BLT’s and tomato bisque soup when he comes back from missions. It’s a special dinner she usually makes him, enough that he can have seconds and lunch for the day after, and she sings to herself as she spoons a hearty serving into the bowl on the tray before placing the freshly pressed sandwich on the plate with “Oo oo ah” as she blows on her fingers from the heat. There’s a fresh cup of tea and one of his water bottles with those electrolyte powders in it he loves. Even a fresh flower in a single vase.

A picture-perfect lunch and her smile drops like a sack of bricks, replaced with shock when she turns and sees Simon smiling softly at her from the doorway.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” she whispers, as if he’s not there. “You’re not in bed.”

He nods. “Your observation skills are stellar, love. Perhaps you actually are learning something.”

Her lids drop in a deadpan stare as she sets the tray back on the counter and points to it, “I made you food, asshat.”

Simon walks over and practically shoves half of the sandwich in his mouth and she merely sighs. “Fhank fou,” he says with his mouth full and normally, she’d make a comment on him chewing and talking with food in his mouth, but he looks at peace and that peace drifts to her as she reaches up, wipes the corner of his mouth as he swallows.

“You’re welcome, Simon.” Her fingers drift to his cheek and she thumbs his cheekbone. “My handsome Ghost.”

His larger hand covers hers and he hums. “No Ghost here, only me.” He gazes into her eyes. “Only Simon.”

Her eyes crinkle around the edges and she steps on her tiptoes to nuzzle her nose to his as she whispers, “My handsome Simon. All mine. Always mine.”

“Always yours, love,” he murmurs back to her, hand still holding hers; he feels safe. “Forever.”

[littlbowbub]

When it's freezing cold outside and you're living inside a blanket, what could be more perfect than a quick bowl of hot soup? A spruce up and reupload of an older set of recipes.

Download

3 Soups:

Carrot and coriander 

Tomato 

Chicken -------------------------------------

base game

vegetarian safe & Lactose free (chicken soup contains meat)

available in restaurants

ingredients optional 

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Single serving: max vertices 251/ polygons 238

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Make sure to delete the old versions as the package file name is different!

[babsvibes]

A soup recipe that’s relatively cheap and easy because I cook like a single mother of four

In one pot: brown a pound of beef, strain the grease, then add two taco seasoning packets, a diced yellow onion, a can of corn, a can of pinto beans, a can of rotel or diced tomatoes (don’t strain the cans, dump them entirely into the pot). Cook until flavors combine. Serve with shredded cheese, sour cream, and tortilla chips.

For fool-proof instructions:

Get a pot. You will only need one pot. Should be big enough that a soccer ball could sit in it (but doesn’t have to be a submerged soccer ball).

Throw a package of ground beef in it (usually around one pound) and cook until the pink is gone.

Can be the cheap tube of ground beef or a different meat, who cares. If you don’t have a fancy way of straining grease so it doesn’t go in your drain, get a wad of paper towels and c a r e f u l l y let it soak up that puddle of grease then throw the paper towels away.

Take two taco seasoning packets and sprinkle that over the beef. Stir.

Yes it’s mostly dry seasoning on beef don’t worry there will be liquid in a second. You can use only one packet if you prefer less seasoning. Add a little extra water if you need to tone it down.

Throw in a diced onion. Stir.

I wouldn’t go for a sweet onion, but it would probably fine if you used whatever kind of onion you have. If you want to use a shallot, go ahead. Maybe try dicing while the meat is cooking. If you didn’t, just take the meat off heat and finish the onion. Put it back on heat once you’ve thrown the onion in. You can skip the onion if you want.

Dump a can of corn, a can of pinto beans, and a can of diced tomatoes into the pot. Stir.

Do not drain them first. Just dump. I try to grab the cans that are like duel ingredients so fiesta corn, beans with jalapeños, and tomatoes with green chilies. Literally all of this is interchangeable. If you have a different kind of bean, sure use those. If you have stewed tomatoes, go ahead. It comes down to texture and slight variations on flavor but because of the seasoning packets it will mostly taste the same regardless.

Bring it to a boil then lower the heat, cover with a lid, and let it simmer. Cook until you can see through the onions. If you skipped the onion, taste periodically for the flavors to come together. You can give it a stir every once in a while.

The flavors “coming together” looks like when color saturations all match to form one soup instead of five separate ingredients. Like when you put a filter over a photo and now it looks more balanced? This could be like fifteen or twenty minutes but I don’t know your stove.

If you’re like “this isn’t enough juice to be a soup” give it a few minutes as the ingredients release their moisture. If after like ten minutes there’s still not enough liquid to your liking, pour some extra water in there by rinsing out one of your previously used cans (like if there’s still beans stuck in the bean can, fill it halfway with water, swish it around, and add that).

Serve with shredded cheese, sour cream, and tortilla chips. Hot sauce optional.

If you want to add more stuff, do it. Peppers? Sure. Shallot instead of or alongside an onion? Go for it. More beans? I’m down if you are. If you want to get rid of stuff, sure thing boss. It does not matter. This is simply the easiest recipe.

[humangerbil]

On the tddkbb server we were discussing what the foods were at this dinner and I might have gone and gotten invested in figuring them all out.

Lots of images, with more below, to flip back and forth between as needed. Clean image, followed by numbered images. Numbers are per dish, which sometimes there are multiple of the same one.

Shumai - I would guess the pork variety since that is the kind that I always see with the pea on top. I wasn’t actually sure about this one until I looked at the manga panel and saw that the little cylinders are more wrinkly than in the anime, like they should be.

Mapo Tofu - Bakugo yells about this dish.

Hambagu or hamburger steak - This one I’m about 95% sure about. It’s got the salad and tomatoes there and I really can’t think of anything else it would be but I might be wrong. 

Leeks - This is a best guess. It could also be a cucumber dish or something else. But the way it is alone and the pieces are long makes me think leeks are most likely. Other ideas welcome.

Cabbage Rolls

Gyoza - This one I wasn’t sure about until the anime gave up the close up of Midoriya eating one, see below.

Tamagoyaki - I wasn’t sure about this one from the table spread shots but the fourth image and the manga panel shows the spirals very clearly giving it away. There does appear to be a minor animation error on the fourth image where the plate changes to white from black but mistakes happen.

Tatsutaage - I would have guessed karaage from the images alone since they are very similar dishes but Midoriya actually states the name of this dish when he is praising it.

Negiyaki or Okonomiyaki or other Okonomiya-related dish - This one I’m just guessing. In the first and second image it is shown cut up, in the close up shot it looks too flat and thin to be any of these but I can’t think of anything else it might be. As can be seen in the 9?s on the manga panels could be the same dish but neither really looks like anything specific. I think 9? blue is the same dish but they did change things between the manga and the anime so it’s really just a best guess. If anyone has any other ideas what this dish might be please tell me.

Salad - Nothing exciting here just a simple salad with some cherry tomatoes

Soup, probably Miso - Miso soup would be the standard and it’s the right color for it but there are other options it could be since it is never said to be any specific type.

Rice - These are also their serving bowls, the take food from the spread and add it to their rice bowl.

Dipping Sauce - I haven’t been able to divine what kind of sauce. I’m leaning towards tartar sauce since that would go with the tatsutaage and the color sorta matches. It might also be shabu shabu but that wouldn't be chunky looking like this is. I would have assumed green onion sauce but it’s the wrong color for that and much too chunky looking. These could also be dishes for eating things without rice and they have some mapo tofu in them. If anyone has any other ideas of what it might be please let me know.

It's very clearly gyoza from this image.

And lastly, I give you my final point of this post.

Dabi hates fish. Fuyumi made this huge spread of dishes and didn't make one fish dish. Not a single one.

I'm gonna forever headcanon that Fuyumi doesn't cook fish because Touya hated it.

[vyncentevelyn]

I cannot for the life of me get this idea out of my head…so…

Like we all know Steve, the beautiful single mother of 7, can cook. Has learned to cook a variety of meals and treats. Knows everyone’s favorites.

Max loves roast with mashed potatoes and glazed carrots. Erica loves quiche. El loves French toast with fresh strawberries and lots of syrup. Mike loves tomato soup and grilled cheese made with soft buttered rolls. Dustin loves chicken nuggets with homemade honey mustard sauce, and Steve knows he prefers steamed broccoli even though he won’t admit it. Lucas loves eggplant Parmesan with diced olives in the marinara. And Will loves homemade chicken noodle soup, for which Steve makes fat egg noodles and his own broth.

Steve even knows the older members of The Party’s favorites. Nancy loves vegetarian curry, the spicer the better. Argyle loves chicken pot pie. Jonathan loves meatloaf with buttery peas and roasted sweet potatoes. And Robin, love of his life, loves soft scrambled egg over rice.

He knows all their favorite snacks too. Learns to make potato chips, mini pizzas, pigs-in-a-blanket, popcorn. Always has fresh fruit and veggies with a variety of homemade dips. And when Hellfires starts playing at his house, he learns all of the members favorite snacks too.

He even makes an actual 7 course meal for the end of a Hellfire campaign for Will’s birthday. It impresses everyone.

And none of them complain about the desserts. He learns to bake cookies, brownies, cinnamon rolls, cakes. Anything they ask for, he delivers.

And Eddie, he loves all of it. Will eat anything without fail. Tells Steve after every meal it was his favorite. And when pushed about what is *actually* his favorite food Eddie will say something like, “Babe you could serve me a phone book covered in gravy and I think it would be delicious if you made it.”

So Steve figures Eddie just loves food or there’s something only Wayne knows how to cook a certain way and that’s Eddie’s favorite.

But one night Steve is exhausted. It’s just Eddie and Steve alone for dinner. And Steve just doesn’t have it in him to actually cook. So he makes a box of Kraft mac and cheese. Does the bare minimum. Boils the noodles adds salt. Mixes in the butter, milk, cheese powder. Sprinkles in a tiny bit of nutmeg. Adds cracked pepper. Globs some hot sauce in it. Then serves it.

And Eddie loses his goddamn shit over it.

And Steve can’t comprehend it at first. All of the extravagant meals and this…THIS is what Eddie flips out about.

Steve ends up making a lot of Kraft mac and cheese.

[ilikerottenmilk]

It's calories can depend on what you add inside of it. But overall it is really low kcal (313 kcal per serving) if you're only eating a single meal in a day. Plus, it is very filling and nice to drink in cold weathers.

✮Check the recipe here;

First, I prepared the soup:One carrot, two garlic Clove, one small and wide green pepper. I also added little bit of salt and Ginger spice with some mint.

Meanwhile, I also started to cook the chicken with just a teaspoon oil and little bit of red miso paste. Once I am satisfied, I added frozen tomatoes and green slim pepper.

I cooked it for a while till I was satisfied. It suppoused to have some water in it, so that we can add into the soup.

After mixing them together, I also added a spoon of soy souce and some red miso paste in it till I was happy with the taste.

You can change this food however you Like. You can add low kcal noodles, some mushrooms and green onions too.

Like I said, it is awesome for breaking your fast. I only eat one meal in a day usually and it is really delicious to drink during winter time.

[sprintingowl]

Dead Beats TTRPG

So in my game design research for the turn-based brawler roleplaying game Dead Beats I have learned the following things:

Borscht is an extremely varied type of soup. The general principle is that it's sour and vegetable-based, but you can make it with cabbage, sorrel, rye, pickled hogweed, or beets.

Because it's so varied, it's going to be hard to talk about in a prescriptivist way. If I say the stock is best when made with marrow bones and fermented beet juice, and that it should be served hot with smetana, I'm flattening a complex range of recipes and plethora of cultures into a single experience. And a borscht fan could rightly take issue with this!

But the other way of approaching things is to say that very nearly anything is borscht. Beef broth, pork broth, with meat in or without, smoked meat or unsmoked, mushroom broth, mutton broth, goose or sausage, fish broth, bone broth, root vegetables of every type, vinegar or lemon or tomato paste, vegetables boiled or vegetables baked, horseradish or prunes, red wine, pickle juice, with or without roux, and this isn't even getting into times when borscht has crossed cuisine barriers to become a maybe different but definitely related recipe.

Which is all to say, I am going to do my best. For those of you who have backed at the level where I share with you a borscht recipe, and for anyone backing at a level that gets to add custom content to the game and therefore gets the borscht recipe by default, I will try to represent borscht as best I can within the limits of my own cooking skill and geographical boundaries.

I will get my first batch of beets shortly.

This may end up being several recipes.

[invisiblequeen]

@squea Heard you got a sim that needs a friend. May I present...Elayne Tang?

(ExCUSE ME, miss n0body, I can introduce myself, thank you!)

No. We'll do it together. I'll lay out the basics and you can interject.

(LOL Like you could stop me! HI SQUEA!)

Name: Elayne Tang (they KNOW that already, girl keep up--)

Age: Young Adult (Don't let the 'young' fool you, though. I. Am. GROWN.)

Hometown: Windenburg (where the nightlife is the right life! ha! get it?)

Career: Aerobics Instructor (And it’s still not enough to tire me out!)

Status: Single (to all you hopefuls out there, the way to my heart is on the dance floor. ;))

Skill Stats: (BOOOOO how dare you try to quantify my value-- )

Fitness: 2 (weightlifting is so BORIING, let’s go pop lock and drop it instead!) Charisma: 8 (I mean, with a smile like this, how can I NOT—) Dancing: 5 (DANCE IS LIFE) Research & Debate: 7 (I have a page of bullet points on why the Jubislide is actually the work of spell casters making you think you as a mortal can do that shit—) Cleaning: 4 (I’m not DIRTY!…I’m just…messy. There’s a difference, right??) Comedy: 6 (Not to get cynical, but life is a joke, so why not roast it?) Cooking: 3 (You want a grilled cheese served with creamy tomato soup? I’m your girl. You want a five course entree go to that Ilama restaurant over there. Hmph.)

Aspiration: Trend Setter (Have you SEEN this outift? I AM the trend!) Traits: Clubber, Creative, Dance Machine, Flirty and Brave (Probably why I didn’t flinch when I saw that dude fall from the sky.) Lifestyles: People Person & Energetic (You tell your friends to get with my friends, and we’ll all be friends that dance on weekends!) Clubs: Founder Of The Club, “Two Steppers” (Where all you gotta do is DANCE TILL YOU CAN’T DANCE NO MORE!)

(In conclusion I am literally the best bestie you could ever ask for and CORRRRN, if you're ready to see the world and learn a few moves while doing it, I'd be happy to help you! xoxoxoooooo!)

sigh We hope you consider Elayne Tang as one of Corn's new friends. Thank you and goodnight.

(Now look at my shoes.)

[hydrogenandhelium]

If some company made a tomato soup that was gluten and dairy free and came in a single serving package (so I could keep it in my desk at work) I would simply die. The only GF/DF tomato soup at my grocery store comes in 1 lb cans. What the fuck am I supposed to do with 1 lb of tomato soup??

[rhapsodomancer]

what's your ideal grilled cheese?

mine is:

rye or marbled rye spread with mayonnaise before grilling (it makes the outside crispy but keeps the bread underneath nice and fluffy, much nicer to bite into. also it's always spreadable, unlike butter. don't even say the word 'margarine' to my face.)

american cheese, like kraft singles. don't waste your time arguing about whether it's real cheese or not because i do not care

cut along the diagonal (obviously)

served with a side of potato chips (the ruffle/wavy kind, or kettle chips) and dill pickle spears

i'm mostly ambivalent on tomato soup

[kushblazer666]

Something that took me way too long to learn that I thought I'd pass along:

"Picky eaters" are, in fact, picky.

When you offer something to eat to someone who has preferences for certain foods, and they say, "No, thank you," it's because they don't like what you've made, or because they like other things more.

It's not because your food is unpredictable, and they don't *know* if they like it.

Here's the thing:

If I make taco soup for a neurodiverse child and they love it, then they believe they love taco soup. The soup has ground beef, a bag of frozen mixed veggies, some beef broth, and taco seasoning. It's served with tortilla chips, and it's tasty.

And if, perhaps, the next time I make it, I add beans and a can of tomatoes?

I think it's excellent that way.

But it's the *same* taco soup as the one they remember. And maybe they can stand the texture of beans, or the acid of tomatoes.

They know that -- they just don’t know that they feel like they've been tricked.

Taco soup isn’t supposed to be one thing, every time.

If I say we're having "tacos" and one time it's chicken and one time it's ground beef and another time it's carnitas, that child can know whether "tacos" are something they can eat.

"Stir fry?" Forget it. Way too few variables.

Bananas aren’t variable.

Neither are apples.

But you know what does have variables?

Amy's frozen enchiladas.

Bread and peanut butter.

Add-hot-water-and-eat instant pho.

Taco Time meal number 8 with chicken, corn tortillas and a root beer.

Frozen gluten-free waffles.

Those are never the same every single time, no matter what.

If, God help me, I make chili mac (or hamburger macaroni, or hamburger helper, or whatever you call noodles and meat and tomato sauce all combined in a pan,) and I make it different every time? Then that child will be able to eat chili mac, even if it's not their favorite food.

Two of my kids went through a phase where they could only eat certain things, and I could always understand why they could love something one day and hate it a week later.

Turns out it's my creative, delicious, never-changing, unadaptable cooking.

I'm hoping this latest child with food preferences will adapt and overcome -- one of my older kids, who was at one point down to a list of six foods, just made excellent gumbo for Christmas and a plate of fantastic stir-fried rice at midnight tonight.

So if you're wondering why your kid wants to eat fast food but not your cooking?

It's entirely possible that it's because they hate your cooking, or because they love fast food.

It's because they don’t know they don't hate fast food. And they're sure they're going to hate whatever you're making.

(Comments, insight, discussion, empathy, as always, are welcome. But please give me advice on children and food preferences unless you have raised neurodiverse children with food aversions, have had to deal with being gluten-free and/or dairy-free for years, and understand the biology and psychology behind texture and taste sensitivities. Anyone who comments anything along the lines of, "Make them eat what's available -- eventually they're break down and eat" will be celebrated. It's like saying, "I know they're a vegetarian, but if they're hungry enough, they'll eat steak and like it." It's helpful and kind.)

Pictured is the very excellent gumbo we had for Christmas dinner.

[hopegillespie72]

Cowboy Lasagna 😋

Ingredients:

1 lb of ground beef

Minced onions – 4 tbsp

Worcestershire sauce – a generous sprinkling

Parsley – roughly 3 tbsp, divided

One can of tomato soup – 10 3/4 ozs

One can of corn – 15.25 ozs

Dried ground mustard – 3 tsp

One package of tater tots – 32 ozs

Salt and Pepper to taste

Mozzarella cheese – roughly 4 cups

Instructions:

1. Brown ground beef with spices – drain. Add can of soup and can of corn, simmer for about 10 minutes.

2. In a greased 9×13 baking dish, arrange tater tots in a single layer. Cover with 2 cups of cheese. Pour ground beef mixture over top and cover with remaining cheese and 1 tbsp of parsley.

3. Place in a 350F oven for 30 minutes. Let stand for 5 minutes before serving

[griled-chese]

top 5 sandwiches as a fellow sandwich fan? i’d also like your top five magic arts but i’m giving the sandwich question preference due to your url

okay okay yayyyyy! sandwiches are so divine to me thank you for the question.

#5. tomato and mayo.

real simple to start off, but sometimes simplicity is the key. the scant ingredients make each flavor all the more clear, playing in beautiful harmony. makes summer time bearable.

#4. PP&J+

still in the realm of simplicity, but with an added twist I learned from my father. a couple of dill pickles, which lend both a saltiness and slight sourness which honest to god perfectly compliments both the fruity sweetness of the jelly and the nuttiness of the peanut butter. I don't have PB&Js often, but when I do they're bepickled through and through.

#3. breakfast sandwich

I'm talking egg and chicken fillet type thing on a toasted bagel. the details don't really matter, long as it has breakfast flavors, as breakfast is the most hedonistic meal of the day and sandwiches are objects of pure hedonism for me. I like to put a lil ranch on em too.

#2. the thanksgiving leftovers sandwich

as mentioned before I love a good hedonistic meal, and as such thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday. the family aspect I could take or leave, but the feasting? makes me feel like a medieval king. but the true feast comes not on thanksgiving day but the day after the day after, when my stomach's empty and the leftovers are starting to get just a little delectably stale. I reheat all the leftovers I can find and shove them on the two biggest slices of bread. a true indulgence of mankind's deepest gluttony, this sammy should ideally leave you immobile.

#1. grilled cheese sandwich

it was obvious, there is no other sane choice in my mind, frankly there is little else in my mind except the perfection of the grilled cheese. the grilled cheese has a simplicity to its base form but with that comes an unrivaled versatility, it comes to us in one thousand forms each aligned perfectly with every single cell in my body. there's the simple white bread american cheese, best when paired with a simple soda of some kind. or a barebones approach served with warm soup, a combination that is so good it's literally yuri. you can use different breads, sourdoughs being a certain favorite of mine. you can use mayo instead of butter, but be careful with porous breads lest ye end up with little mayo pockets. there's a veritable menagerie of additions you can add, my favorite being hummus and tomatoes. hell even in just the cheese there's infinite possibilities. every grilled cheese is beautiful and every grilled cheese may sing to us in angelic voices in the few moments of savoring them after every bite, if we allow them to.

god I love sandwiches, thank you for letting me be a sandwich freak for all too long. it was admittedly a bit of a hard list to make since most of the sammies I make don't really fit into rigid categories and are more just whatever I have on hand that I feel like adding in the moment. anyway I'm going to go eat a sandwich and then after I'll do too 5 magic card arts.

[ventricide]

♡: diminish sentence starters .01

quotes from the "soup of the day” segments of the unfiction platforming game, diminish! reposted to feature more quotes. feel free to adjust context, pronouns, and wording as needed.

˚₊· GAZPACHO.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Gazpacho! ❞

❝ I tried gazpacho exactly once. Wasn’t my thing. I’m sure it’s lovely for those who are into it. ❞

❝ But I just… among other things, the whole ‘cold soup’ deal just wasn’t for me. ❞

❝ I eat soup to be warmed. Honestly, it’s the only reason I've ever craved soup. ❞

❝ When I think of cold soup, my mind only sees warmth that should have been there. ❞

❝ It might sound cheesy and awful, but I’m feeling a lot like cold soup today. Soup that definitely wasn’t meant to be cold. ❞

❝ I’m dripping away. I can feel it. My container is broken, and I'm leaking out. ❞

❝ I try so hard not to look at it, the seepage. The wax deforming, melting away, where a candle used to be. ❞

❝ I can’t even tell the difference. I don’t know if I'm the feeble candle or the leaky, useless soup cup. ❞

❝ Either way, I am cold. Some part of me is wet as it leaves. Leaving me vulnerable to the wind. ❞

❝ It’s not supposed to chill quite like this. ❞

❝ So today, I am best served cold. ❞

˚₊· LOBSTER BISQUE.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Lobster Bisque! ❞

❝ I was never into seafood at all. But LOBSTER…❞

❝ I won’t forget a single one of those evenings, when lobster was being cooked for dinner. ❞

❝ Some of those nights, all it took was one look at the steam, and I couldn’t bear to stay in the house. ❞

❝ Other nights, I was taken by some masochistic compulsion to enter the kitchen and watch them all roast alive. ❞

❝ Or maybe it was something different. A wavelength I was picking up on. The pure, primal energy emitted by the beings on the stove; their spiritual death screams. ❞

❝ There’s something about seeing creatures spending their final moments on earth burning in hell. Something that paralyzes you. Demands that you not look away. Demands that you be a witness. ❞

❝ I don’t know what I learned from those nights. I don’t know if there was anything to learn. ❞

❝ Not like that’d matter for much longer, anyway. Because I'm the one on the stove now. ❞

❝ Right now, I’m screaming with every fiber of my fucking being. And I really do hope someone is there to hear it. ❞

˚₊· TOMATO SOUP.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Tomato Soup! ❞

❝ I don’t know why I’m choosing only soups that aren’t my cup of (soup) tea. ❞

❝ Tomato soup is totally fine, but totally not for me. I never found much appeal in a soup that is basically just varying qualities of ‘liquid tomato.’ ❞

❝ Personally, I don’t wake up in the morning and think ‘Man, I sure wanna drink a tomato.’ ❞

❝ I can hear you right now, [ name ]. I KNOW. I get it. That’s not all it is. Good for you, bud. ❞

❝ But you know me. I prefer my food to be really dynamic; to have a lot of different things going on. ❞

❝ I’ve been thinking about people who base their entire personalities, their entire lives, around one thing. ❞

❝ It’s the reason I completely left social media. People on the internet are great at raising each other to die over and over on one hill. Dragging other strangers, unsolicited, onto their peaks and executing them there. ❞

❝ It seems like every single day, the average person has to meet their quota of execution and suicide. ❞

❝ Doesn’t matter the political side. The venue. The fandom. The issue. The importance. ❞

❝ Everything is some sort of holy war, and not one person can truly agree what the holy cause it. ❞

❝ They’re often utterly oblivious that they’re even doing it. They have no fucking clue what is happening because of them. ❞

❝ But it might be even worse when it’s calculated; when it’s part of some self-assigned mission. ❞

❝ People on each side of the battle only believe it’s harmful when the other side is doing it. Not a single one of them realizes that they’re a fucking idiot. That THEY are capable of great harm. ❞

❝ Great harm is WAY easier to cause then true good. Not a single person is immune to that. Not one. But they all believe they are, like some god on earth. ❞

❝ As the walls get nearer and nearer each day, I think very often about my hill. ❞

❝ I have no idea what the repercussions of my life are. What they will be. ❞

❝ I was only ever the sweet one; the encouraging one. The enabler. I based my whole personality around being The Nice Girl. ❞

❝ What is the runoff of that, when I perish on this hill? ❞

˚₊· HOT AND SOUR SOUP.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Hot And Sour Soup! ❞

❝ Finally, we come upon a soup that I don’t mind at all. ❞

❝ Hot And Sour Soup is one of those things that delights me through its unabashed robustness. At least, that’s the case when it’s made properly. Plenty of times, a cook will hold back, unwilling to commit to a food that is supposed to make you cringe a little. ❞

❝ That happened way too often; the fear of allowing something to be what it is. It made me sad every time. ❞

❝ Because, again, it’s all too reminiscent of the way people tend to tick in general. ❞

❝ It’s amazing how our culture treats the idea of ‘cringe’ like it’s a fate worse than death. ❞

❝ I cannot begin to imagine what it’s like inside the mind of that sort of person. The person who sees anything that slightly deviates from their exact perception of what is natural, and their ‘kind’ solution is to call it ‘cringe.’ ❞

❝ And the terrifying thing is, somehow, this manages to influence the wider cultural perception of things at an alarming rate. ❞

❝ On this night in particular, I spend my disintegration thinking of these people and their victims. The people that anger at the sight of a person having a passion that isn’t theirs. The people who retaliate at the sight of a person showing ‘too much passion.’ ❞

❝ I’m reliving what they did to you in eighth grade. I’m 13 again, watching your colorful, unique imagination murdered in broad daylight every single day. I’m watching them rip apart the sonic dolls you took to school to help with your anxiety. ❞

❝ I’m listening to all of the cliques whisper about how you should never be treated seriously ever again, because you dipped carrots in peanut butter at lunch. ❞

❝ I’m coming home every night, watching your interest in everything you enjoyed wither away. ❞

❝ I’m feeling all of the exact things I felt then. But things are different now. Back then, I had a better outlet. ❞

❝ I’m pretty sure the reason I was so dominant at states is because if I hadn’t put all those hours in the pool, I would’ve been in juvie, or worse. ❞

❝ But in doing so, I abandoned you at your weakest point. I left you to bleed out alone. ❞

❝ In the average person’s ideal world, the person you wanted to be does not exist. And they were so insistent, so single-mindedly determined, you had no choice but to believe them. ❞

❝ I watched my brother get turned into a zombie, just like the rest of them. ❞

❝ Suddenly, I am guaranteed to die without having the time to leave an influence of my own. ❞

❝ I will leave behind a world that is no less inclined to witch-hunt sources of ‘cringe’... and heroically mangle any truly challenging, inspired passion that stands in their way. ❞

❝ I will die knowing that every day, some kid out there will continue to be led to the same fate as you. ❞

❝ The weirdos will be muscled into a form that everyone else desires, and their song will die out. ❞

❝ I wonder just how many of them will end up like [ name ], when they realize society will always make it a constant, miserable war to exist as themselves. ❞

❝ I miss [ name ] each and every day. I recall that night I convinced you not to follow in their lead. ❞

❝ And I try to remember simply how important it is that you are alive. ❞

❝ I think about how your death would’ve made absolutely no impact at all on how the cringers treat life. ❞

❝ But hey, at least you stopped eating carrots with peanut butter. Society at its finest. Justice truly prevailed. ❞

❝ … I want you to do something for your stupid dead sister, alright? ❞

❝ Get a carrot and dip it into some peanut butter. And take a bite. ❞

❝ You don’t have to enjoy it as much as you used to. You don’t have to finish it. ❞

❝ I just want to fall asleep tonight pretending you won that battle. ❞

❝ I want to imagine, for just a moment, that people tried desperately to destroy you over something you ate at lunch… and they failed. ❞

˚₊· POTATO SOUP.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Potato Soup! ❞

❝ I’m so sorry, [ name ]. You don’t have to read this one. ❞

❝ I welcome it. It’s okay. At least I wrote it out. ❞

❝ As we know, thick, creamy soups in general were never a pastime of mine. ❞

❝ Few things ruin a healthy diet faster than a ferociously creamy sauce or broth. ❞

❝ Of course the taste is decadent; the result of a lavish blend of many deeply flavorful things. ❞

❝ But after my body was meticulously programmed into being a Sports Machine, foods like Potato Soup were rejected, like incompatible fuel. ❞

❝ The day I realized I could no longer eat creamy burritos without quickly being overcome by nausea was a dimly depressing day. ❞

❝ Yet it never bothered me TOO much, because it was just proof that the training was paying off, and I was truly getting fit. ❞

❝ In the moment, I didn’t actually notice all the sacrifices I was making. ❞

❝ I was so obsessed, none of that entered my mind. ❞

❝ I was able to dismiss things like potato soup as overstuffed; even irresponsible. The food choices of lesser people. ❞

❝ I sat upon my throne at the dining tables, with my carefully constructed meals, judging the contents of everyone else’s plates. Now and then, I remember a time when my plates were like theirs. ❞

❝ I thought to myself that maybe someday, once my Gold Medal Days were done, I’d go for some of those dishes again. ❞

❝ Those days didn’t end the way I’d imagined. ❞

❝ And now I am starkly, perpetually aware that there is no reason left for me to avoid unhealthy foods. ❞

❝ And yet, the mere thought of gorging myself on delicacies on the pretense of ‘it doesn’t matter now’... just might be the most depressing thought that has entered my mind during this entire experience of dying. ❞

❝ The moment I dig into an ice cream sundae, or a double-decker burger… that would be the moment the dream actually dies in my heart. ❞

❝ So I cling dissonantly to that throne at the dining table, like the most self-absorbed of royalty. ❞

❝ God knows how much I would kill to bathe in the taste of a great pizza again, before the end. ❞

❝ God knows that my stupid motherfucking brain will not allow me to enjoy that, even if I tried. ❞

❝ This exact experience is SO perfectly engineered to be my hell before death, it’s almost hilarious. ❞

❝ You know what’s even more stupid and hilarious, though? My response, my big answer. ❞

❝ Which is… making this piece of shit game. Making this piece of shit torture device, that I just forced my best friend to suffer first-hand in some perverse, sadistic pact. ❞

❝ Making the worse, most unhealthy Potato Soup of all time out of my fucking corpse, and maniacally shoving the toxic, never-ending goop down your throat. ❞

❝ All the while, your body is rejecting the poison, but out of devotion, you refuse to regurgitate it. ❞

❝ And that is the legacy I have chosen for myself. I guess it’s no different from the way I lived. ❞

❝ I’m sorry. I’m really hungry. I’m craving pizza really bad. ❞

❝ I’m going to die soon. ❞

❝ I don’t think the pizza would help anything. ❞

❝ This didn’t really help either. ❞

❝ And as usual, I get the feeling I can’t maintain a cohesive logic between ANY parts of this game. ❞

❝ If all I’m doing is getting MORE confused, what was the point to any of this? ❞

❝ Time is running out, and i’m seeing less and less of a point to anything at all. ❞

❝ But you don’t have to listen to any of this. You still have time. You can still enjoy things simply for what they are. ❞

❝ I’ll try to focus on that. Even if it’s not true. ❞

❝ It’s all I really have left. ❞

˚₊· BEAN AND BACON SOUP.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Bean And Bacon Soup! ❞

❝ This is actually a soup I’ve never tried. It’s the favorite of [ name ]’s, though. [ name ]’s a foodie. ❞

❝ A pastime he enjoys, when things are slow and dreary, is asking people to guess his favorite soup. It always takes people about an hour to guess, and in the meantime, everybody has a nice moment talking about good soup. ❞

❝ It happens pretty often, with tons of different patients and families and supporters cycling through. ❞

❝ For a little while, everyone forgets how anxious they are. Somehow it hasn’t gotten old yet. ❞

❝ Some people just have a natural way of making others comfortable. I find that this sort of person is so much rarer than is often romanticized. ❞

❝ I think a ton of people fancy themselves as being that sort of person. I don’t think that’s expressly their fault. ❞

❝ We’re taught as members of society that a lack of engagement equals death. But it leads to every public space being inevitably occupied by people who think they’re the lifebringers.❞

❝ It doesn’t have to boil down to that. I think a lot of people just have to talk all the time to survive. ❞

❝ But it really strikes me these days, how rarely someone’s voice isn’t poisonous. ❞

❝ Most times, all you need is one look at someone, and you immediately can tell that they would interpret a preference for privacy and quietude as degeneracy and inferior upbringing. ❞

❝ There’s a fine line between sociableness and narcissism. ❞

❝ It’s unfortunate how rarely sociableness coexists with introspection. ❞

❝ When someone’s so busy talking, they don’t have the time to listen to what they’re saying, let alone contemplate why they’re saying it. That second part’s the real kicker. ❞

❝ I don’t think a lot of people have ever faced hard questions about themselves, and made the decision to not try talking their way around it. ❞

❝ The human brain is a marvel of science, but it’s also actually magical. It can conjure any facts it wants; any reality. On any whim. It will break any rule of the universe more effortlessly than moving a finger. ❞

❝ That’s the roulette gun we’re all given, being born with our brains that have this power. The ability to perceive reality in its raw state, and turn it into whatever we want. ❞

❝ It’s so funny that we were seemingly designed to be social beings when we cannot decide on the same reality. ❞

❝ In that way, I think the people who seek discussion the loudest are the ones who are the most alone. ❞

❝ They will never exist in a reality with anyone else but themselves. ❞

❝ But that makes people like [ name ] some of the most incredible marvels of our species. He talks because he listens. He can enter any room, with people both quietly reflecting and loudly ignoring, and for just a little while, he gets everyone on the same page. ❞

˚₊· CHICKEN BROTH.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Chicken Broth! ❞

❝ They say that if broth is served, it is then official promoted. To treat broth as a meal is to automatically graduate it into souphood. ❞

❝ Lately, my appetite has changed a bit. ❞

❝ Suddenly, foods as light as broth often sound like they’ll hit the spot. And today, it seems as though even my thought trains run on the lightest of fuel. ❞

❝ Funnily, to me, chicken broth has never tasted ‘like chicken’. Chicken broth, or chicken stock, have always tasted like themselves. ❞

❝ It’s as if, when the essence of the chicken is absorbed into the surrounding water, something slightly different is created instead. And yeah. That’s literally the definition of broth. It’s something created from something else. ❞

❝ But somehow, that feels special when you actually think about it. ❞

❝ Because broth is about as fundamental, about as boring, as a food can get. And it’s generally associated, at least in societies like ours, with illness. Something to eat when you can’t really eat. ❞

❝ And it’s funny, though maybe not surprising, that my fading body wants it more often. ❞

❝ You know, Soup Of The Day was just a random thought. I didn’t actually have some grand plan behind it. ❞

❝ But maybe, subconsciously, some part of me knew exactly what my endgame looked like. ❞

❝ Imagining ourselves dying is like trying to imagine a brand new color. Like trying to correctly visualize the fifth dimension. But death is also one of the most basic things about us. ❞

❝ It’s very weird, [ name ]. I feel like I’m on a merry-go-round in a fever dream. ❞

❝ My brain is in chaos, but it’s looking for order more than ever. ❞

❝ … Remember [ name ]? That was the first time I really, truly recognized the five stages of grief. ❞

❝ As he deteriorated, we both had to learn how to survive death. ❞

❝ There was one thing I clung to, in that instinctive survival mechanism. ❞

❝ They say that animals, and cats especially, are better at knowing how to die. And cats need to be able to do it on their own, usually. Given space, they’ll go when they’re ready. ❞

❝ It was weird to be freed by that. And I don’t think It’s because I BELIEVED it. ❞

❝ In a way, it helped me realize how much I really loved him. Because after knowing him my whole life, I trusted him completely. ❞

❝ When he finally passed away on the living room table, I was so proud of him. ❞

❝ I wish I could feel as free, now that it’s me. ❞

❝ I wish I had a simpler brain, which didn’t notice every single bit of strength I’m losing. ❞

❝ I wish I weren’t thinking endlessly of all the things I suddenly will never do, ever again. ❞

❝ And most of all, I wish I weren’t suddenly reliving [ name ]’s last couple of weeks. ❞

❝ Because I will never know if he actually WAS okay with it happening to him. ❞

❝ Death makes it so, so hard to appreciate life. It makes it so, so easy to lose sight of the good memories. ❞

❝ Death is so powerful. It transcends. It is a black hole. And our instincts, as living beings, are programmed to fight death in every possible way… Except when our bodies are really freakin’ stupid and, like, make cancer cells or something. ❞

❝ But in some way, despite it seemingly like we’re not actually designed to die, when necessity strikes, our bodies scramble to whip up their own blueprints for it. ❞

❝ So when I notice the fact that my body doesn’t feel like thinking about food stronger than broth, somehow, my body just takes the little tinge of comfort and allows a small smile. ❞

❝ Maybe, by the time I die, I won’t have managed to make a huge difference in the world. But maybe my essence will seep out into the water. ❞

❝ My dreams die with me. I will never fulfill my bucket list. But the amount of time that exists after I die is, hopefully, a lot longer than my lifespan. ❞

❝ Maybe I’ll be served to others. And that’ll complete me. ❞

❝ Maybe I’ll graduate into souphood yet. ❞