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Sunday, October 11, 2009

SOUP--OR POTAGE, IF YOU WANT TO SOUND FRENCH


(An October bouquet from the last of my zinnia patch.)


This glorious Sunday I've spent doing my "kitchen meditation" using one of Lynne Rossetto Kasper's Weeknight Kitchen recipes. I've loved The Splendid Table for years, and a while back, I signed up for Lynne's newsletter. I read every recipe that shows up in my email, and this week's FABULOUS FALL ROOTS SOUP, excerpted from Sunday Soup: A Year's Worth of Mouthwatering, Easy to Make Recipes, by Betty Rosebottom (Chronicle Books) did indeed make my mouth water, and since it's Sunday, I decided, why not give it a try in my messy kitchen. (My photos try to frame only the parts I'd want my friends to see!)






Actually, I decided to begin this recipe-meditation yesterday, spending part of late afternoon roasting the vegetables so they'd be ready this morning. I also wanted to make my own chicken stock, of course, and I wanted to be able to leave it in the fridge overnight, so that I could skim the fat off the top








You can click on my blog title to be taken to the recipe on Lynne's website, by the way. (You can also check on how faithfully I followed it.) Yes, I cheated a bit. No leeks. I walked right past them at Ingle's; they are not part of my lexicon. I'd never heard of them while growing up. But I HAD heard of rutabagas and sweet potatoes, and carrots. And after I became sophisticated, I even heard about creme fraiche. And I knew how to make chicken stock. My grandmother always seemed to have a pot of it on the stove.




(My succulent roasted root veggies!)


So, this morning I took my gorgeous roasted veggies from the fridge, resisting the urge to cram some of them into my mouth, and scooped them over into the chicken stock. I let them simmer for a little while longer, just to make sure all were cooked thoroughly. And then....



....and then, a major decision. The un-pureed soup looked so good. And I do like what my friend Vicki Lane calls "texture" in my soup, as does she. Did I want this to be a vegetable soup or a "potage." Should I follow the recipe or diverge from its path? I meditated a little while, looked out the window at the fall foliage, and decided to follow the path of the recipe this time around.





I did not, after the luscious puree was done, add creme fraiche. I added non-fat sour cream instead. Non-fat is good for you, right? Next time I'll do the French.






We will have this soup for supper tonight when my husband returns from hiking in the Smoky Mountains. I think he'll like it, even if it does have rutabaga in it!

5 comments:

Vicki Lane said...

This looks wonderful! And I imagine that the sweetness of the sweet potatoes and carrots more than offsets the rutabaga 'whang.'

What about saving out a cup of those roasted veg, dicing them a bit, and adding them back to the puree? Best of both worlds!

Beautiful zinnias!

Nancy Simpson said...

Kay, This looks delicious. Jim will love it. Jeremy has been out hiking in the mountains today too, but he is home now and out of luck. He gets pizza.

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Vicki, the soup was indeed wonderful. And I also took the few apples and one pear I had and fixed the dish you blogged about a coupla days ago. Wonderful dessert; I only had bland mozzerella to with it. Asiago or sharp cheddar would have been mind-blowing.
Nancy I love your post. Poor Jeremy! I bet he was happy with pizza, though. I always am. Even for breakfast.

Jessie Carty said...

I don't know if I would have been able to wait and eat that as soup! The roasted veggies just looked too good :)

nina said...

YUM. i made my first soup of the seaon night before last - black bean soup with chipotle, out of moosewood's daily special cookbook - mighty good.
i miss you, dear one. xo