Ingredients
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1 pound lean ground beef
- 1 ½ ounces of diced onion
- 1 ½ ounces diced green pepper
- ½ ounce diced celery
- 32- ounces chicken stock I use Pacific
- 1 14- ounce can Ro*Tel diced tomatoes and chiles
- 1 teaspoon of salt or to taste
- ½ teaspoon garlic powder
- 1 teaspoon cider vinegar
- 1 pinch sugar or sweetener like Swerve
- 5 ounces of red cabbage sliced 1/4-inch wide
Instructions
- Add olive oil and beef to a stock pot. Brown the beef.
- Add the onion, green pepper, celery, chicken stock, and tomatoes. Simmer until the vegetables are tender.
- Add salt to taste and then add the garlic powder, vinegar, stevia, and cabbage.
- Simmer for about 20 minutes, making sure that the cabbage is very tender.
- Add water as necessary to keep the soup from getting too thick.
- Put it in a bowl. Sprinkle with parm.
- Eat it.
Nutrition
Calories: 120kcal
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His first manuscript was composed entirely of punctuation marks and confused sketches. He's since published "Not Bukowski" (poems that don't rhyme) and "Slop and Swell from a Festering Mind" (essays so concerning that bookstores check on his wellbeing). He once spent three hours photographing a rare bird that turned out to be a plastic bag, and he's the only person banned from church bake sales for "weaponized brownies." Inheriting absurdism from Vonnegut and Adams, sprawling narratives from Irving, and weaponized failure from Moore, he writes about conflicted everymen struggling through supernatural chaos. He remains unconvinced that birds aren't surveillance drones.
More biographic lies...err...info.
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