pea soup

Close behind the bread service, another vanishing restaurant practice, is a little taste of soup, tonight a light split pea soup that acknowledges a cool evening.

Split pea soup usually isn’t the most glamorous, so Nourish columnist Ellie Krieger added leeks and a heaping handful of dill to freshen it up.

There was also the grapefruit diet, the cabbage soup diet, and the cookie diet.

By nightfall, I had showered, eaten some soup that a friend brought me, and I slept in my room for 12 solid hours.

These days they are occasional meteorological irruptions, white river mists, not dense and toxic industrial pea-soupers.

When we meet, Yeonmi is impeccably dressed in a red pea coat and heels, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“This poor guy has a pea coat on,” he says, pointing to a well-dressed youngster in the front row.

With this company he had rendered valiant service in the campaign which ended with the battle of Pea Ridge.

She had forced herself to eat most of her soup, and now she was picking the flaky bits of a court bouillon with her fork.

"There were a good many," replied Edna, who was eating her soup with evident satisfaction.

Mr. Pontellier, who was observant about such things, noticed it, as he served the soup and handed it to the boy in waiting.

Had put on her Sunday gown, and had nothing to do now but hold up her head high, and sup her soup out of a silver spoon.