just add water.

duders,
that's the whole entire secret to making soup!
'just add water'.
otherwise,
it's just a pile of stuff.
on the real, though, i kind of do make a mighty fine cauldron of wet dinner.
that's a thing.
it seems simple enough, too-
put a bunch of sh!t in a pot and let it get hot for a while,
and then eat it.
but,
we all know that apron-wearing warriors of worthy kitchen virtuosity
can't let it go with the flow like a bunch of simpering weak-sauce watered-down
diaper-babyish brothy b!tchbags.
i mean, we're not box-mix incompetents, right?
for realsies-
too much super-fancy, unnecessary move making is exactly the right amount,
especially if over-the-top depth and breadth of flavor are to be achieved.
sometimes,
i have to activate some really next-level game changing new hottness to
the same old tried and true techniques for cultivating comestible conquests.
check the victorious bowl of soaked vegan heroism, via teleport:

yuuuuup!
it's got ALL the treats, neighbors.
kale, fire-roasted tomatoes, potatoes, celery, carrots, onions,
garlic, chickpeas, zucchini, a hearty soup-base of water and other other liquids,
sage, thyme, basil, ground mustard, rosemary, nootch, g.p.o.p. (duh)
and pre-sauteed mushroom, to keep 'em from getting rubbery.
smart?
yeah.
but the really extra-expert part is those six-grain croutons, y'all.
word up.
flame-grilled over the open range, blackened up with char-kissed magic,
and then doused in oil, pan-fried, tossed into a sack,
and shaken like a bad baby with all the herbs and spices,
and then baked into crispy cubes of unbelievable soup-enhancing performance.
F*ing right.
i doo-doo that spend-the-afternoon-over-the-stove sh!t.
i can't help it, y'all.
nature always wins.
not much beats a big hearty bowl of good-for-you stew.
i had three.
too much of too much is even better than more than enough.
full bellyhole?
yes.
warm, nourishing, and wet.
i like my food like i like my women.
ugh.
that's 'sgusting.
....every day, friends, is the worst one yet.
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at any rate,
it's thor's day.
or thursday, for all you non-viking-type duders;
and that means it's back to work in the soupy syrup of semi-sloppy snow.
awwwwwwwwww, man!
i've got another 'nother full day of tattblasting on some folks,
and another 'nother day of black and grey imagery.
what even is color, kids?
darkness and somewhat lighter darkness.
that's about it.
it's all really happening,
all over and over and over again;
never quiet, never soft.....