Soupe de Citrouille - { Pumpkin Soup }

Today I heralded the overdue Autumnal weather with my first soup of the season. I find soup to be such a comforting food...perhaps it's because it slow cooks all day permeating the house with its rich aromas...perhaps it' s because it doesn't require chewing which can be a bonus after a hard day...or perhaps it's because it is most often served with bread and butter....lashings of butter!


I can't really say I have a favourite soup as they all seem to hold their own special charm. A true Soupe d'Oignon (French Onion Soup) supped in a candle lit bistro tucked away on the left bank in Paris. Crusty bread lavishly dressed with bitey gruyère the only adornment necessary. Or my own Mumma's Tomato Chowder carefully tended to on her old stove (not "antique" old...but "two elements haven't worked for years" old) and served up in a big corningware soup tourine on a bright orange seersucker tablecloth. Or an old favourite...pumpkin soup. Just what the doctor ordered today.


A "straight from the farmers hands" pumpkin drizzled with garlic oil and roasted until golden and beginning to caramelise. Sautéed onions and home made chicken stock. A dollop of sour cream and freshly grated nutmeg. And a slice or two of sourdough with plenty of butter (enough butter so that you leave teeth marks as you bite!). C'est parfait!