night of the living soup

night of the living soup

you’re looking at a recently reanimated soup night. it was, as is often the case with the undead, somewhat paler in hue than its previous incarnations, but no less warm-blooded or vibrant. i never knew before that corn chowder could be decadent, and the messy cookie cake was better than brains.

[ s.p.x., an art opening, and further variations on a theme of cookie, below the fold. ]