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When I was seven years old my dad took me to a restaurant for the first time whereupon he order a glass of milk and a slice of apple pie for me and he requested a cup of hot water for himself. The pie was not bad but the milk tasted funny because I was use to the kind of milk that comes directly from the cow. Once I quickly consumed the pie and started to sip slowly at the milk my dad, knowing he had my attention, began to make himself a cup of soup.
The recipe
1 cup of hot water
1 bottle of ketchup
salt and pepper.
I won't give the instructions because it is pretty much a learn as you go recipe that does not require too much imagination. When my dad had finished the soup preparation he slowly and what I would now describe as wistfully sipped and savored his soup. When he was done he looked at me and said something to the effect that at one time such as soup had been a pretty decent meal.
Bon appetit.
The recipe
1 cup of hot water
1 bottle of ketchup
salt and pepper.
I won't give the instructions because it is pretty much a learn as you go recipe that does not require too much imagination. When my dad had finished the soup preparation he slowly and what I would now describe as wistfully sipped and savored his soup. When he was done he looked at me and said something to the effect that at one time such as soup had been a pretty decent meal.
Bon appetit.
as it wasnt the first time either