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25 February 2004 - The Joy of Soup Do you ever have one of those days when all you want is soup for dinner? Maybe it's just me, but soup seems to be one of those foods that embodies comfort, curing and that particular homey feeling you need sometimes. It could have something to do with my mother's soups -- her homemade broccoli soup is just to die for and there have been a few occasions where I swear it got me out of bed when I felt nothing else would. Her Kingpin (a hearty, brothy soup with chunks of beef and potatoes, served with a healthy dollop of HP Sauce on top) has life-saving qualities (all that iron and potassium must do something) and her chicken or turkey soup with tortellini is beyond comparison. It was just that none of these was what I wanted last night... I had snagged a recipe from Epicurious.com a while ago for a Tomato soup, intending to make it for S., because he told me once that he really likes tomato soup. Having only had the canned stuff myself I've never been a fan. I figured it would at least make a nice photo and I'd finally have a soup recipe to add to my collection if I made this...and it wouldn't take much effort...and I wouldn't have to defrost any chicken or beef. While my beautiful smelling blueberry buckle was in the oven (it was a trial-run for S.'s writing club meeting next week, to show him what a coffee cake is like), I buckled down myself and made a delicious-tasting tomato soup with lemon-rosemary cream to top it off. I even "made" croutons with some crusty white bread by toasting it and then brushing it with my own home made spicy olive oil. I even impressed myself with this meal...who would have thought I would ever like tomato soup? |