"Only the pots know the boiling points of the broths," she says as Tita weeps into the wedding batter she is making to celebrate the marriage of her sister to her own true love.
We are America's Great Lakes people, her freshwater people, not an oceanic but a continental people. Whenever I swim in an ocean, I feel as though I am swimming in chicken soup.
I would rather die then let my kids eat cup a soup.
It's gonna be a lot of zeroes in that contract. You gonna think it's alphabet soup or something, all those zeroes in there.
When you have a good stock, you can make a good soup.
Slotted spoons don't hold much soup.
I'm sick of Soup Of The Day, man. It's time we make a decision. I need to know what Soup From Now On is.
I'm through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me. . . . If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
Good manners: The noise you don't make when you're eating soup.
Everyday happiness means you can't wait to come home, because the soup is hot.
Is that clear?" said Borcht "as clear as pea soup" I said
. . . because real thoughts come from outside and travel with us like the noodle soup we take to work; in other words, inquisitors burn books in vain. If a book has anything to say, it burns with a quiet laugh, because any book worth its salt points up and out of itself.
The sign said 'The Green Turtle, Chelonia myadas, is the source of turtle soup. . . . ' I am the source of William G. soup if it comes to that. Everyone is the source of his or her kind of soup. In a town as big as London, that's a lot of soup walking around.
I'm not the kind of woman who would love to make soup or knit sweaters. I never cherished that so much.
Ever notice that Soup for One is eight aisles away from Party Mix?
I start the day with oatmeal with vanilla almond milk. If I don't, I'm dying by noon and eating everything in sight. On-set, I avoid crap and pack soup and salad. I cook pork chops or turkey tacos for dinner.
That's one thing I get neurotic about: I need my soup to be crazy hot.
I'm now painting with all the elan of a Marseillais eating soup, which won't surprise you when I tell you I'm painting large sunflowers. The idea? To decorate the studio, now there's hope of Gauguin living here. I aim at a dozen panels of sunflowers in the room I've set aside for Gauguin.
I never feel more useful than when I'm making my kids a bowl of soup.
I was doing stand-up at a restaurant and there was a chalkboard on the street out front. It said, Soup of the Day: Cream of Asparagus. Ellen DeGeneres.