alone at home on the season's first cold, drizzly day, fighting a bad cold, i listlessly scan the shelves for anything remotely appealing to eat. suddenly, my eyes light on a dusty can of cream of celery soup hiding behind the excess beans.

some sort of midwestern casserole abomination it is.

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