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We created a soup like this for Food Not Bombs, in San Francisco, and I will always remember how happy it made everyone (except for my roommate who was pissed at me for dumping a whole bottle of her tamari into the soup. She was also pissed at me for not paying rent but that’s another matter entirely). Eating this soup makes me think I am in Mother Russia in the late 19th century; I’ve come home after strolling the promenade in Saint Petersburg and I’m getting ready to complete the next chapter of my tragic novel, but first—soup.
For the pumpernickel croutons:
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