Autumn + rain = leaf muck. Rubber boots + soup = acceptance.
Turnips, carrots, shallots, a chicken to make happy. Thanks to Martha for this recipe which I have been making over and over again since last winter.
I started making soup in a disastrous episode from this book but my many successes after the zuppa di fagioli incident have made this one of my favorite cookbooks ever. Unlike most dinner-cooking experiences, where you can be angry or sad or emotionally indifferent to the process, you have to be good to the soup. Peeling, dicing, reducing stock, emulsifying, boiling simmering all in one pot. You can doubt it if you want, but I say if you aren’t feeling love in the kitchen the soup tastes of want and emptiness. Good tunes, some delicate (but not diligent) attention, and happily gathered ingredients are at play in this pot. A good thing too… It’s cold out there!