"In the Bottom there were pot-shops along the alleys where huge tubs of stew had been simmering for years, and you could trade half your bird for a heel of yesterday's bread and a "bowl o' brown," and they'd even stick the other half in the fire and crisp it up for you, so long as you plucked the feathers yourself. Arya would have given anything for a cup of milk and a lemon cake, but the brown wasn't so bad. It usually had barley in it, and chunks of carrot and onion and turnip, and sometimes even apple, with a film of grease swimming on top. Mostly she tried not to think about the meat."
Mr. Timmins: Why don't you ask some of our old friends [to come to dinner]? Old Mrs. Portman has asked us twenty times, I am sure, within the last two years.
Mrs. Timmins: The last time we went there, there was pea-soup for dinner!
Mrs. Timmins: The last time we went there, there was pea-soup for dinner!
— A Little Dinner at Timmins's
"I'm hoping the peach slices will distract our guests from the fact that we've had oatmeal four times this week already. But it's cheap and it's filling."
— Margaret Kittredge, American Girls: Kit
Bandit #1: (spits out the liquid in his cup) Rat soup. Again, rat soup.
Bandit #2: At least [Molly] could use a different rat. The third night, anyway.
Bandit #2: At least [Molly] could use a different rat. The third night, anyway.
When you can't stomach another Rumster's Special, and you're down-on-your-luck broke, you can always count on the soup vendors to keep you warm.
— Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Old World Armoury
"Stew. We make stew. More mileage for the masses."
—Eugene Porter, The Walking Dead
