this evening - after stopping to pick up that pesky stick of butter - randall and i whipped up a vat of tomato orange soup. we didn't strain it through cheesecloth, so it looks a bit chunky (after seeing the picture, randall says it looks like baby food, or maybe he said baby barf?), but let me tell you it was downright delicious. don't let the orange scare you either, it's a really nice touch. oh and there weren't any soda crackers involved, that's actually a lyric from a song i used to love in college.
ps. my camera came back all clean, so naturally the first thing i did was pick it up with soup hands. go team.
pps. i have to wait two weeks for a new lost?! whaat?