I had been craving this particular chicken soup for months. It was not at my "now" new and beloved diner. Thank heavens I just got a cup! My dawling got the bread, which he proceeded to put salt on? Non salt bread, it's better for your heart...but then we got cookies....the kind you smell and gain 10 pounds. I only ate one and gave the rest.....2 pounds worth to the daughter. OK, OK....finish the story about the soup...big D...tons of flatulence....not pretty, especially if you spent that particular night in a smoke filled room of toxic proportions...I'll leave with that picture roaming around in your brain.......
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