sunday soup






it’s a rainy sunday soup day. rain, portland string rain. after yesterday’s glorious summer sunshine, the cooling down from the eighties is quite welcome. so soup. simple soup. and reading, deep in the new camel leather armchair, feet on the cushion, a minor blaze in the fireplace and hot soup. made from a strong vegetable boullion, soft cooked orzo, square-cut fresh halibut, sliced fresh porcini from yesterday’s market, crude-cut peppery garden arugula, i mentioned orzo. a rub of garlic, a wee bit sherry. and butter. sweet.