It makes me feel like crying into
an giant bowl of soup.
Not exact matches
Some days my soul just cries out for a soothing
bowl of steaming hot tomato
soup with a
giant dollop
of milky ricotta cheese slowly melting in the center.
Several years ago I worked across the street from a tasty Mexican fast food restaurant, and I would walk over nearly every day on my lunch break and get a
giant cup
of cold horchata and a
bowl of chicken tortilla
soup with a stack
of freshly made tortillas.
Specifically, a certain afternoon in the bowels
of Saigon sitting on a small, plastic chair chowing down on a freshly poured
bowl of soup full
of thick slices
of meat, savory broth,
giant - sized shrimp and a big blog
of congealed pig blood (yes, pig blood).
Through the ages, we have seen paintings
of feasts and festivals, still - lifes
of fruit
bowls and gourds, Andy Warhol's
soup cans and Claes Oldenburg's
giant sculpted burgers — not to mention the attention paid by chefs to the visual presentation
of their food on dinner plates, menus, and in cookbooks.