when stephanie is on the road, i (mostly) eat by myself and in the evening it is often soup. made from the various concoctions napping in the fridge.
so this is from: chinook belly, german (of course) butterballs, pine nuts, broccoli, sage. the broth is the liquid remnant of the oyster stew. to give it some zing i added a good shot of sake. and soy for the all-round uptake.
in my much loved bowl and the old angela cummings spoon.
so, in these days i go for moliere: ‘i live on good soup, not on fine words.’
and some late nights by lewis carroll: ‘soup of the evening, beautiful soup’