Lome Marsupial/Leemonster creations

 so anyway that "tomato soup" I thought I was having, well it was cream of mushroom soup really. I mean I've never really been one for labels. But this discernment could eventually cost lives someday and it feels like a big deal when you had your tastes set for tomato soup, and now this cream of mushroom is spinning around in a microwave.
Possibly some more fistfuls of these serano pepper cut ups can just be tossed in there, then. Let's make this exciting.
Anyway, what do I care?
Nobody came here for any of this chef expertise and I wouldn't want to show off too many kitchen secrets about how to create some of the most world renowned, microwaved dishes of canned cream of mushroom.
and that's my poem called "Achieving Critical Mass"