Ewedu Soup Novels & Stories

This was a good opportunity to get a snack in. The most obvious choice was a soup, Edwardo thought as he made his way to the kitchen to raid his pantry. He needed something that would be ready quick, and wouldn’t be too spicy. He knew Michael didn’t like food that was too spicy. He grabbed a can of stock, an onion, and some pasta before going to his fridge for the rest of it. With a few more vegetables he knew would go, and a pack of steaks he was planning to cook this week anyway, he got to work.

His statement reminded me of my empty stomach, making me stop on my tracks. "Yh...Nana came by, she made 3 different soups, jellof rice and one weird sauce like that. They are all in the freezer except the egusi soup, she left that one in the pot and made swallow to go with it. It's in the warmer." Dubem explained as he opened the laptop to start his work. His statement made me smile, at least I'll stop eating cereals for a while.

“Sure, but there isn’t a single life out there that eats well beyond full. Unless they’re sick.” The two of them continued walking down the streets as they talked. Though Eva stopped them when they reached a small street food shop. It wasn’t anything special, just a hole in the wall where a guy made delicious-smelling soup in large pots behind him, their contents slowly simmering. She pointed to the #5 on the menu off to the side, then paid the vendor through her DI. In exchange he poured her a generous bowl of what looked like a reddish, oily soup. There were all manner of things floating around in it: leafy greens, mushrooms, thin strips of meat, and thick, long, white noodles.

“Your mom left to bring my dad some packed dinner since he cannot come home yet.” “I see.” Ji-hoon suddenly came to my mind. Should I do the same? Should I bring him some packed dinner too since he told me he won’t be able to come home early? “Come and eat your dinner,” Eun-woo called my attention again, so I approached my desk and sat there while he sat down on top of my bed, a little bit closer to me. I looked at the served dishes carefully. “What is this soup?” “It’s called budae-jjigae,” Eun-woo replied. “It’s a Korean spicy sausage stew made with ham, sausage, Spam, baked beans, kimchi, instant noodles, and gochujang.”

“My chef is well versed in the preparation of different cuisines; Chef Eseosa is one of the best out there. This is a traditional African dish and I enjoy it once in a while; it’s called Amala and Ewedu.” “Yeah, I’ve had it a couple of times.” Jessica lied smoothly and casually picked up her spoon. She was waiting for Winifred to take the lead. Winifred dipped a spoon into the mess and shoved some in her mouth. Jessica watched her out of the corner of her eye as she chewed and swallowed. She was satisfied when Winifred didn’t begin throwing up or keel over and die. So she took a spoon as well; it wasn’t as bad as she thought.

That's about the only thing she'd ever asked him for, was food and clothes—an oversized t-shirt, sweat pants that she'd rolled at the waist, and a pair of long thick socks, one bunched under the heavy metal anklet. A few days after his parent's visit, she was gazing out the window, listening as the thunder rolled on the horizon. It was already dusk out, and Eduardo was running late with dinner. He'd been notorious for keeping her meals on a consistent schedule, often waking Jade up and advising her to eat. She became worried, considering a savory aroma had been trickling into the room for hours. Eduardo appeared to be in his early to mid-fifties. What if he had a stroke upstairs? How long wo

When Freya, Riley, and Adrian made their way to the dining table, they were stunned to see five soup variations! Kenneth named each one. “This is a cough suppressant stew, made with garlic, heavy with honey broth and chicken,” he said, referring to the first bowl. “The other one is bone broth with ginger, turmeric, kale, and lemon. It’s an immune system shotgun.” “We also have a ‘Throat Recovery Brew,’ a ‘Mood Booster Soup,’ and a soy-based, protein-rich, sweet enough to trick your brain into releasing dopamine,” he explained. “And over here, we have steamed silken tofu with soy-ginger sauce,” Kenneth said, pointing to the last plate.

Edwin sat down and Janet took his bowl to pour soup for him. “I am not very good at cooking. But maybe you can adjust for today.” Janet said while placing the soup in front of him. She served her soup too and sat beside him. Edwin took a spoon and sipped the soup after blowing. When the soup touched his tongue, his eyes lit up. He took another sip and he could swear he had never eaten something so delicious. The soup wasn’t like the normal soup he ordered from five-star restaurants, which are made with less oil and spices.

Evangeline asked, pulling Eden out of her thoughts. "He is good, Mom." Eden said as she tried to chop the chicken into small pieces. Evangeline stared at Eden for a moment. But didn’t say anything further as she concentrated on her work. The soup was ready in half an hour and by the time, Eden poured them into a bowl, Brenda was there. Seeing Eden making soup, she spoke up, "Making soup, I see? Okay, let's check. How much did you learn from him?" Though Eden was confused, she didn’t think of knowing who was Brenda referring. Instead, she asked her to taste it. Just after taking a spoonful or two, Brenda spoke up, "You have way to go to reach his level, Edie. His one was just amazing, girl."

He wouldn't stop talking about how good it was so we decided to take a visit. "Good day, Alpha,” he said, bowing down “welcome to my soup place, You are going to love every single meal here. Just make your orders. He didn't even wait for us to talk. He continues. "The soups here are nutritious, don't worry about proteins because they have lots and lots of meat in them. "You will love every single one of it," he kept rambling. “Yeah, thank you.” Adrian said “The menu please." He said, stretching out his hand.