K. couldn’t remember how old the black bean soup was, when she last made it, but it must have been before the end of September, when we moved in and filled the freezer. It was good and spicy, a little thinner than my soup presence, I ended up just drinking it out of the container, didn’t even use a spoon. I had half an hour between my desk shift and my conference call, such is higher ed life these days.

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