my husband's edition.
serves: zero.

prep time depends
on how long it takes
to ruin good produce.

ignore the recipe notes,
yet follow everything,
measure with a scale.

somehow still oversalt,
add enough pepper
to weaponize the broth.
let it simmer, thicken,
until you’re questioning
your methods.

when its texture turns
from soup to sponge,
try to rescue it
with store-bought cream
and forty-five minutes later,
hovering between uber
and just eat,
plate it with a hint of regret
and the admittance of defeat.