I love a cold cloudy day. It means there will be soup. As I gathered everything for breakfast I was pointing around in the fridge, firing off warnings.
“Later, you’re going in the soup!”
“I can see your future and.. it’s soup!”
“You, back there! I hope you can swim!”
Soup days are good days. Anything to help me release the rage inspired by Trump’s reality show State of the Union. Whoosah!
Day 28: Sweet potato, Anaheim peppers, leftover buckwheat & kale with fried egg & $avocado$
