Quick + Easy zuppa Toscana soup #soup #shorts #storytime

Say when forehead you don’t like zupa tuscana soup then you not hungry. I thought I had me some Italian sausage up in the freezer but I didn’t. Then what the hell was that? Chicken apple sausage with some cheese in there. I think. Don’t be questioning mommy. I don’t know if they using monkey meat down there at the restaurant. It’s probably cheaper. I ain’t even going to hold you. I thought the casting on that sausage was going to be like the Italian saus and just slide right off. Then I needed some chicken broth. Ain’t have it. So I had to make me some. I remember when I was a living CNA. Every time I would come to this client house, he’d be like, “Can you fry me some zucchini? Can you fry me some chicken? No, Walter, I can’t. I was only there for his ADLs and companionship. One day, I showed up and he said, “Look what my neighbor harvested.” When I tell you I ain’t never seen no zucchini that big in my life. He was like, “Won’t you go in the kitchen and fry that up for me, dear?” Oh no. Something be rubbing me wrong when them old folk be calling me dear cuz do I look like a deer to you? I just turned 21. I have never cooked for this man a day in my life because it’s essential to the story. He was white. I fried him up his zucchini. He looked at me dead in my face and said, “I thought you could cook.” I looked right at him and said, “I don’t know why you thought that cuz I’m black.” He going to say, “Yeah, can’t y’all oil cook?”