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May 23, 2005

Andy: Original Recipe

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"This is delicious," he said. "Different."

They sat in a culvert under the 19th Street Bridge, escaping the icy air above. A pot of soup hung above a makeshift fire pit that provided warmth.

"That celery and onions I taste?" he asked, sipping from his spoon. "Where on Earth’d you find those?"

She shrugged and smiled.

"And them chunky bits," he said, swirling the soup in his bowl, "carrots?"

She nodded. Smiled again.

"But there’s something else, something new," he said. "C’mon, I have to know."

She wasn’t sure how to tell him she called it cream of pimple soup.

Comments

Ewwww. Just ewww.

Posted by: michele at May 23, 2005 08:07 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

Jeez, first you people get all in a huff about Jesus and now you're mad that I killed pimples for my story??

There's no pleasin' some folks.

Posted by: andy at May 23, 2005 09:07 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

At least it wasn't Cream of Jesus. ;)

Posted by: Laurence Simon at May 23, 2005 10:46 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

Next up: a story about cream of pimple soup at the Last Supper?

Posted by: Shawn at May 23, 2005 11:09 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

All yall going to hell.

Posted by: Foster at May 23, 2005 06:03 PM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

dammit, someone beat me to the cream of jesus joke.

Posted by: copygodd at May 23, 2005 08:40 PM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0