Lately I've been thinking a lot about the Soup Nazi episode of Seinfeld. Not that I particularly liked any of the the episodes but that nasty line of dialogue, "NO SOUP FOR YOU!" keeps repeating in my ear.
Because I love soup. I've been making a lot of soup these past two years, and soup and hot weather just don't go together.
Don't tell me to make a chilled soup. Ick! (And some of them are just plain weird. Chilled watermelon soup? Why not just say watermelon slushy?)
I've got a hankering to make black bean soup. And 16 bean soup. And I've been afraid to make my own dahl (lentils) just . . . because. (Have you ever seen the yards-long ingredient list?)
But in the last couple of days the weather has gotten . . . nice. We're talking not horribly humid, and not devastatingly hot. And what am I thinking about?
I love leek and potato soup and included the recipe in one of my books (Bookmarked for Death?). I haven't made that one in a while. Seems to me there's usually snow on the ground when I make it, although the last time I made it was in October 2009. I made it for my Dad who'd just been transferred back from the hospital to the nursing home. It was the last real meal that he ate. (And I fed it to him, spoonful by spoonful.) Maybe that's why I haven't made it. It's too painful remembering. But I made it with love in my heart and he was grateful to eat it.
But back to that 16 bean soup . . . I only recently found out I can BUY frozen ham hocks at Wegmans. (Who knew?)
I'm not in a hurry to see summer end (especially now that the weather has calmed down a little), but ... I'm ready for a nice bowl of hearty soup. (And no, not made with any kind of animal hearts. Ick.)
What's your favorite soup?