I feel like a bowl of cream of mushroom soup right now. Particularly the condensed kind with the red and white label. A little lumpy. Salty. Gray.
(Pardon me while I wallow in my gray soupy-ness.)
If I make my own, instead of relying on Campbell’s, the soup could be earthy, silky, creamy, floral from fresh thyme–
I just bought some cremini and oyster mushrooms from the Market of Choice. Fresh thyme. A shallot. I could roast the mushrooms before making them into soup. Roast the shallot and some garlic, too. Hmm. Would make for a darker soup.
Hmm. I should stop feeding my sorrow and making weak metaphors.
I’ve always been a better soup-maker than metaphor-maker, anyway.