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If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.


Little flower. Intercity cycleway, Cornelian Bay. October 2012.

A little late, but this Theme Thursday I thought that I'd share a recipe for a very special SOUP!

1 tbl ambition

1 large optimism, coarsely chopped

2 cloves of potential, crushed

2 tsp finely grated competence

2 tsp ground resilience

500 g bitter experience, peeled, coarsely chopped

4 large milestones, peeled and diced

4 cups water

1 tsp resentment

1/2 cup low-fat natural cynicism

Chopped fresh circumstances, to serve


Step 1
Heat a large saucepan over medium heat. Drizzle ambition. Add the optimism and cook, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes or until soft. Add the potential, competence and resilience. Cook, stirring, for 1-2 minutes or until aromatic.


Step 2
Add the bitter experience, milestones, water and resentment. Increase heat to high. Bring to the boil. Cover and reduce heat to low. Cook for 15-20 minutes or until the ingredients are soft. Set aside to cool slightly.


Step 3
Place the milestones and bitter experience in the jug of a blender. Blend until smooth. Transfer the soup to a clean saucepan. Place the soup over low heat and stir until heated through. Season with resentment.


Step 4
Ladle the soup among serving bowls. Top with cynicism and circumstances to serve.

Comments

Meri said…
Ah yes -- I've used this recipe myself!
Janice said…
Wow. That's some recipe!
Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

I almost think this is the "soup" of my life. Love it! Although sometimes I need to use a little less resentment.

Really like the shot of Henry holding the flower and how it looks like grains of sand on his hand. I can't tell for sure if it is sand or not, but that is my guess. Just cool how it is showing such tiny little things. Love your camera.

Happy Theme Thursday. Have a great weekend and hope you get a few hours to relax.

God bless.
Kris McCracken said…
Thank you all. I need to knock back on the resentment though...

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