I've been having cravings for several days now for something that I've not had in several years...southwestern black bean soup. So yesterday before going to work, I finally dug out the old recipe box and got a list of everything that I'd need to make a pot of soup, and picked up the few things this morning on the way home. My soup is pretty much just seasoned beans boiled down into a soup, I prefer to add fresh chopped red onions, peppers and sour cream after it's in a bowl, so everything is still nice and crispy.
So I've made my soup, dished up a bowl and let it cool just a bit while chopping a nice red onion, turn around.....and Trace Tumblebrutus is eating black bean soup.....not sniffing, not tasting....lapping it up with gusto.
Some of my gang like some weird things, like lettuce and potato chips; but I never would have thought that I'd find one of them eating black bean soup
So I've made my soup, dished up a bowl and let it cool just a bit while chopping a nice red onion, turn around.....and Trace Tumblebrutus is eating black bean soup.....not sniffing, not tasting....lapping it up with gusto.
Some of my gang like some weird things, like lettuce and potato chips; but I never would have thought that I'd find one of them eating black bean soup