It was simply inevitable that I, the #1 Soup Choster, after getting Neathpilled again and playing a shit ton of Sunless Sea and Fallen London, would eventually have to make my own version of the favorite dish of zailors, zzoup.
"The colour: old blood on snow. The taste: paprika, mushrooms, irony. The recipe: winewound chanterelles, exile's rose, paprika, pork stock, lament-onions, hanged men's tears, and some salt."
This turned out delicious, and I'm pretty sure this is what I'll put in the ol' soup patreon this month. I had a lot of fun figuring out how to interpret such a brief and fantastical recipe into something I could eat for dinner. For instance: exile's rose is a black rose that grows in Hell, which is actually hard to source even in New York, so I figured black garlic would fill in well for the purpose.
Ahhh. I feel my terror reducing even now.


