Tuesday 29 March 2011

Delicious broccoli soup

I love making soup and this broccoli concoction is in my opinion the best one I have come up with so far.  I've never been one for using measurements (a skill/quirk I picked up from my Nanna) so the quantities are approximations.



Ingredients
Salted butter
1 onion – finely chopped
2 cloves of garlic – crushed
A couple of sticks celery - chopped
A large carrot – diced
1 medium sized potato – diced
Broccoli – broken into large segments
A few fresh tomatoes – I prefer a mix of a few baby plum and a couple of medium vine ripened
A squeeze of tomato puree
1 litre vegetable stock
Mature cheddar – grated (as much or as little as you like)
Crème fraiche
Sage – a little bit
Cayenne pepper – a tiny bit
Salt – to taste
Black pepper – to taste

Method
  • Melt the butter in a large pan, add onion and garlic and soften on a medium heat
  • Add carrot and celery, cover pan and sweat off on a low heat for 10minutes
  • Remove lid and add broccoli, tomatoes and potato and pour over stock
  • Add the tomato puree and other seasoning and stir in
  • Bring to the boil then reduce the heat, replace lid and simmer until the vegetables are softened and cooked through.
  • Remove from heat and leave to cool for 10 mins
  • Using a potato masher, break up the mixture until there are few lumps
  • Blend the mixture
  • Add the grated cheese, stir in then blend again
  • Add crème fraiche to taste and blend for a third time.
  • Serve with crusty bread or as it is.

Saturday 26 March 2011

limbo1
n pl -bos
1. (Christian Religious Writings / Theology) (often capital) Christianity the supposed abode of infants dying without baptism and the just who died before Christ
2. an imaginary place for lost, forgotten, or unwanted persons or things
3. an unknown intermediate place or condition between two extremes in limbo
4. a prison or confinement
[from Medieval Latin in limbo on the border (of hell)]

A feeling that comes every so often

melting and blending into air
anger has flown and now comes despair
I watch the sky as time goes by
the freedom of the birds that fly
I feel warmed by the sunset
and crave to be there
soothed by the light
I let go of my fight
I look at the sunset and want to be there