Tomato soup isn’t comfort food. It’s an edible doona in front of an open fire. High on valium. And spooning. It’s August of course, but even in the middle of Winter Brisbane doesn’t tend to get very cold, at least in theory. This afternoon, I needed some comfort.
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The G/F’s wisdom teeth are at the bottom of hospital bin so she looks like a chipmunk and can’t eat anything bigger than a grain of salt. My soup skills are comsequently in demand. I don’t like gazpacho at the best of times but in between cold pack applications Planet Food: Spain came on and [...]