Monday, December 12, 2005

Swimming in the Soup


Holy frig! "You can't be all things to all people, 5M," I said, "Maybe you should let the soup lovers go."

She's decided to focus on a niche with a vengeance and gone after the soup lovers. And not your Campbell's or Heinz soup lovers. No Knorr packs for the Muse. Oh, no, it's spagetti squash with red peppers or roasted red peppers with blue cheese and balsamic vinegar, black olives, sweet-potato soup.

That R puts more stuff in his soups than I have in my ice box.




2 comments:

coyote said...

Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!

Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup!

Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish?
Who would not give all else for two
Pennyworth only of Beautiful Soup?
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?

Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,
Beautiful, beauti--FUL SOUP!


-- Lewis Carroll

4th Dwarf said...

Nice find, Coyote, there really aren't enough soup poets out there.

I always liked the soup stanza best in Dennis Lee's "Alligator Pie":

Alligator soup, alligator soup,
If I don't get some I think I'm gonna droop.
Give away my hockey stick, give away my hoop,
But don't give away my alligator soup.