So we all love the Great Writers, right? And we all love soup, right? RIGHT! Thus...this post.
Ernest Hemingway's soup: water. None of that fancy-schmancy crap!
Herman Melville's soup: brine-y with a heaping tbsp of pepper. Make that the whole pepper shaker.
Samuel Richardson's soup: has to fill a HUGE bowl & take anyone else FOREVER to finish.
Vladimir Nabokov's soup: rich, creamy, and full of spicy little surprises.
Bram Stokers's soup: non-reflective and hold the garlic. Did you hear me?? I SAID NO GARLIC!
Edith Wharton's soup: super fancy and expensive, but with a faint whiff of something notttt quite proper...