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Soup. I have had soup for a meal more than anything else this week. I think one day I ate pretty much only soup, bread and fruit. I had a lovely carrot and corriander soup on a cafe and when I went home later that evening my housemate was preparing a leek and potato soup. Rather than be dissapointed because I had eaten soup for lunch I was, in fact, delighted. And I keep looking in the fridge and imagine what soups I could make with the vegetables therein. There is some beetroot which will undoubtedly end up as a soup this weekend and some parsnips which need to be eaten. They could go the same way as the beets I think.
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