Cream of Chicken and Orgasm Soup

[strange_aeons]

A while back wiredferret gave lilairen a recipie for some soup, and Darkhawk spent a while making happy noises about the soup in question. Then a couple of days ago she gave me aforesaid recipie and I thought, what the hell, with that much chicken stock flying around it's unlikely I'll manage to set anything on fire.

Holy Jesus.

Wired, you're still my favorite pregnant woman.

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[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

I gave up and decided to have another bowl. My roommate, while I was looking away, had put serving-sized amounts of it in a series of those disposable tupperwarish things, which is convenient. The one I picked was on top, so it was probably the last, the one with the soup from the bottom of the pot, which explains what happened to me while I was eating it.

Putting a lemon seed on to simmer for a couple of hours, letting it cool off most of the way, nuking it, then unexpectedly biting into it makes for a fairly startling sensory experience. Doing it again, on the other hand, is just inadvisable.

I could have sworn I hadn't gotten any lemon seeds in the soup. Luckily I had soup there to cleanse my palate. Now I'm rewarding myself with a malta -- my second today, but we have an insane surplus, so I am less wracked with guilt than I might be otherwise.