Soup is a generally warm food that is made by combining ingredients such as meat and vegetables with stock, juice, water, or another liquid. Hot soups are additionally characterized by boiling solid ingredients in liquids in a pot until the flavors are extracted, forming a broth. Traditionally, soups are classified into two main groups: clear soups and thick soups. The established French classifications of clear soups are bouillon and consommé. Thick soups are classified depending upon the type of thickening agent used: purées are vegetable soups thickened with starch; bisques are made from puréed shellfish or vegetables thickened with cream; cream soups may be thickened with béchamel sauce; and veloutés are thickened with eggs, butter, and cream. Other ingredients commonly used to thicken soups and broths include rice, lentils, flour, and grains; many popular soups also include carrots and potatoes.
Soups are similar to stews, and in some cases there may not be a clear distinction between the two; however, soups generally have more liquid than stews.
Gordon James Ramsay, OBE (born 8 November 1966) is a British chef, television personality and restaurateur. He has been awarded 13 Michelin stars in total and currently holds 12.
Ramsay is known for presenting TV programmes about competitive cookery and food, such as the British series Hell's Kitchen, The F Word, Ramsay's Best Restaurant, and Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, along with the American versions of Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares, and MasterChef.
Gordon Ramsay was born in Johnstone, Renfrewshire, Scotland, and raised in Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, England from the age of 5. Ramsay is the second of four children; he has an older sister, Diane, a younger brother, Ronnie, and a younger sister, Yvonne. Ramsay's father Gordon (died 1997) was, at various times, a swimming pool manager, a welder, and a shopkeeper; his mother, Helen Cosgrove, and Yvonne have been nurses. Ramsay has described his early life as "hopelessly itinerant", as his family moved constantly due to the aspirations and failures of his father, who was violent. In 1976, they finally settled in Stratford-upon-Avon where he grew up in the Bishopton area of the town. In past public interviews, Ramsay has declined to describe his father as an alcoholic; however, his autobiography, Humble Pie, describes his early life as being marked by abuse and neglect from this "hard-drinking womaniser". At the age of 16, Ramsay moved out of the family house into a flat in Banbury.
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when reason makes a trip to the other side, we slip under the cover, swim in the town's tide. let go just to discover how little we know about each other, how often we avoid each other's eyes. it's like hail on our backs. we're digging up nothing but broken bones. we determine too much over the telephone. it's like stale laughter and fake smile soup. this tastes like shit. you taste like shit sometimes. you'd be more fun if you weren't so afraid of getting a little salt in your eyes.
The clothesline of cold eyes
is washing away the face before
Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone
You gotta do your best to decorate this dying' day
This dying' day
All over a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter beans
And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon mist
hanging' over me
And now, I want that rocking chair outta there
Cause he's no longer living here
It's no longer needed here
All over a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter beans
And I got a corner store and that's all the more
For me to praise upon the holidays
And now I'll close my eyes really, really tight
and make you all go away,
I'll make you all go all go away
And I'll pull the trigger and make it all go away
She can’t believe that’s the fourth bottle he’s uncorking
He can’t believe that they’ve just wasted another hour
talking
He pours more wine into her cup and together they watch
the sun come up
And then he says: “I’ll love you if you’ll let me”
And she says: “But, baby, you’ve only just met me!”
Touching, laughing, flirting, dreaming
But, inside, there’s a voice that’s screaming
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
He says: “Don’t wake up, but I have to be somewhere else
today”
And, still wearing make-up, she watches as he walks away
And, although he’s managed to enthral her, she already
knows that he will never call her
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
Soup's good food, won't you agree
Tomato bisque or minestrone
Mouse he glares cause Jean's a fool
For Campbells soup will make me drool
Chicken noodle in the can
Call me "Minestrone man"
Campbells soup is my relief
Potato, tomato or barley beef
Breakfast lunch or dinner is fine
Eating soup is not a crime
So when I become too old and grey
Everybody's a phone boothcalling up their own youth
Everyone's a lost youth
Everyone's a lost child
Everyone's a fair child
Everyone's a judge with a cane
Everyone's a swimming pool
And everyone's a diving fool
'Cause everyone's afraid to look back
So maybe you're not the only one
Obeying an unloaded gun
'Cause time will tell that people are no proof
When are you gonna learn that your lips will get burned
If you don't believe the guy who runs the shop?
Come dive with me, I'll count to three and jump into my soup
I'm swimming, you're swimming
Yeah, we're all swimming in the same soup
I'm swimming, you're swimming
Yeah, we're all swimming in the same soup
Take my spoon and catch the circulating mushrooms
High as noon, I do not recognize a meatball
Eat as one mouth or drown as one sprout
When are you gonna learn that your lips will get burned
If you don't believe the guy who runs the shop?
Johnny bought a ticket for a four o'clock train
Spilled wine on his shirt and knew there'd be a red stain
'cause in third world countries there were only two lanes
Left his lover waiting in the pouring rain
There wasn't any law and there wasn't any order
Couldn't find a pay phone that didn't take quarters
Couldn't find a way to cross the goddamn border
He could slip under the fence if he was just a little shorter
And if you're gonna leave then you better move quickly
If you're gonna stay won't you whisper in my ear
My heart is beating fast and I'm feeling kinda sickly
Gotta find a way to get the hell outa here
He tried to find the embassy to plead his cause
He was lost like dorothy in the "wizard of oz"
He was a dictator target getting lots of applause
Had a big white beard like santa claus
Put some drugs in his pocket it was all blackmail
They took away his passport and threw him in jail
Tried to call his parents but to no avail
Couldn't find anybody to pay his bail
And if you're gonna leave then you better move quickly
If you're gonna stay won't you whisper in my ear
My heart is beating fast and I'm feeling kinda sickly
Gotta find a way to get the hell outa here
There was a warden in the jail that was so sadistic
Ruled the prison with force, he was militaristic
Made soup out of the prisoners he was canabalistic
Johnny knew that if he stayed it would be fatalistic
The warden summoned johnny to his quarters that night
They took him to the kitchen and they bound him real tight
Johnny knew where he was heading and he knew his plight
They thumped him in the head and then they said, "goodnight"
And if you're gonna leave then you better move quickly
If you're gonna stay won't you whisper in my ear
My heart is beating fast and I'm feeling kinda sickly
Gotta find a way to get the hell outa here
Well they took off all his clothes and they shaved his stubble
They threw him in the pot and then he started to bubble
Johnny's girl got word that he was in some trouble
She headed 'cross the border right on the double
She got word from the police he was in the hen coup
She did the bureaucrat and shuffled with the hoola hoop
The warden told her, "johnny got shot by the steam troops"
He said, "i'm sorry, honey, have another bowl of soup"
And if you're gonna leave then you better move quickly
If you're gonna stay won't you whisper in my ear
My heart is beating fast and I'm feeling kinda sickly
Gotta find a way to get the hell outa here
Gotta find a way to get the hell outa here
The sound alone will make me move along
This thing speaks, you're often on
The sound alone, yeah, yeah
All the song now
The hiding measure, you won't get them
And when you're down you're down all bound
The crazy town, all way down
If you last long the warning hound
The warning down, you're all, yeah
The fregging down, they soothe my neck
The fregging town, it's all down
This walking all around
This walking all throughtown
Won't you laugh?
It's Monday while I write
And better ever laugh alright
Do not lie just all life
Better ever laugh alright that
What time, just my life
Is ever hanging out of the day
A better life, it's all I like
It's better walking all around
Ever back, it's all, it's all alive
Ever back, it's all, it's all alive
Forget one life, it's all their life
We make you people all laugh
Forget one life and parts he correct
Forget it and support all parts of life
Supporting one life is just breaking time
The magic's better all alone
Just falling alone, the threshold of life
Livings taking all of my morning life
Back, it's all, it's all going in my pocket
Back, it's all the morning of my life
All string
It's all and now
Laying down to the ground
Is it a mind or is it a grawl?
For it's all sense, itsall
Or is it a game?
Or is it a game?
It's just in, he's just tall
soup, soup oh tasty soup, soup oh spicy carrot and coriander chili chowder
cruton, cruton crunchy friend of the liquid broth i am dispachio i am a
summer soup oh meso, meso fighting in the dojo meso, meso oriental prince