Soup season is upon us.
I'm actually very happy because my AGA has just being turned on, the last few radiators are being installed and the sun has come out of the clouds.
It's getting warmer.
Anyway, soup. I love soup. I still haven't managed to impart my love of soups to the rest of the family so today I'm trying a new recipe. Fingers crossed, people, fingers crossed.
When I say Stanley I mean this guy:
... because, come on, who doesn't have a secret crush on the lovely Mr Tucci?
Anyway, the book is not bad either, lots of easy recipes (although he does tend to over-do it on the anchovies, but hey, nobody is perfect right? I'm sure he's not the type of man who squeezes his toothpaste tube in the middle so it balances out..)
Squishing the plum tomatoes with my fingers was a surprising pleasant experience, just saying.
And you know what? It tastes deliscious, especially when it's buried under a mountain of mature cheddar cheese and accompanied by buttered soda bread
Now I feel rather stuffed. I better go walk the dog..