Soup For Sluts
Soup is survival on the cheap. You take whatever’s rotting in your fridge, throw it in a pot with water and salt, and in twenty minutes you’ve got something that’ll keep you fed for days. No skill required, no expense. I’ve been poor enough to know this by heart—soup is what you make when you’ve got nothing, and it’s still better than takeout. It doesn’t ask for anything. No technique, no presentation, no pretending. Just heat, water, and time. The kind of meal you can make wrecked, half-conscious, or when you’re too busy to care.