oh my god. for years I thought I hated soup--the celery and carrots in chicken noodle have never done it for me. I believed all soup could ever be was the lukewarm mush from the inside of a Campbells can or, slightly more preferably, Panera tomato bisque.
since moving out I have delved into the wonderful world of stews; of "cream ofs;" of broths. you mean to tell me this entire time I could have been meeting my protein requirements by sipping on bone broth from a mug? dirtying only one pan after pureeing everything in my fridge?
don't even get me started on curry.
