So I decided the leftover turkey in the fridge would make for a good soup. I really wanted a cheese steak though, and I still do. So let me explain why......
......I have this mental blockage thing in my brain that says when I eat out, it always tastes better. ALWAYS. It could be poo on a plate, and it would taste better than homestyle cooking. So when I decided to make the soup (which turned out to be stew, due to its thickness), I thought, hey I will give it a chance. Mike loved it. Me, on the other hand, well......it just didn't have that soup at the diner taste. I often think it is just me, but nothing in my place is sufficing tonight. I want food from somewhere, anywhere but here. So for now, coffee will suffice.
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