Made some bread soup. I love the idea of bread soup. It’s...

Made some bread soup. I love the idea of bread soup. It’s one of those rustic, pre-welfare, pre-prepackaged era foods you make because you’re poor but can still actually do things for yourself, like say “Fuck it, we’re eating everything in this house, including this stale, somewhat moldy bread!”

Cut off the mold first, though. Heh, heh.

I smashed up several cloves of garlic, fried them for a minute in some olive oil, then threw in the chunked up bread, tossed, added veggie stock. In another pan, I boiled up a diced potato until it was almost goo. I then stirred it in to thicken things up. Oh, I also had a carrot in the fridge. After being diced, splash it went.

Delicious.

I also added butter, so this ain’t entirely vegan. You can easily skip it. I don’t profess to be a vegan anyway, but I do occasionally eat that way (not out of poverty, unfortunately). I got two pounds of hand-churned Amish butter I been working my way through for purely philosophical reasons. It’s jaw-droppingly yummy and I have been using it in everything: peanut butter and butter and jelly sandwiches, melted over pancakes and anything else hot. I’ve also taken to melting it in my evening bath for a delightful soak. And when I get out and dry off, I rub some on my nipples because that’s just how I roll.

Talk about aromatherapy!

Anyway, bread soup gets two enthusiastic thumbs up from me, even though I can’t imagine what an enthusiastic thumb looks like.