Sometimes the best thing in life is soup
When I was in Berlin I marveled at the variety and quality of fresh vegetables for a fraction of what we pay for them here. It’s so easy to eat healthy there because it’s cheaper to buy fresh foods than it is to buy processed and boxed stuff. Definitely cheaper than take out.
On one of my trips to the supermarket I saw the most beautiful cauliflower. Nestles lovingly in it’s leaves. I didn’t know what I would make with it but I knew I had to have it. Clearly, I cursed my impulse buy walking up my 81 steps home with this heavy thing in my shopping bags but when I took it out and basked in it’s glorious freshness again I forgave myself.
For a few days I played with different ideas until one cold night I decided that soup was the way to go. Searching my fridge for other ingredients that would add to the flavour of the soup without drowning out the cauliflower. I came up with some root vegetables I had from a chicken soup I had made earlier in my trip because I needed it’s immune boosting properties.
The best part about soup is that you do very little work in the beginning and then heat does the rest. Once everything was soft I blitzed the soup. I felt it needed a little something extra. Remembering something similar my dad had made, I quickly sliced up some garlic and fried it in olive oil. The dish was a hit with me and my guest.
Back in South Africa I promised my parents that I would recreate it. It’s summer here and so I wasn’t sure when it would happen. Out of the blue, we were blessed with a winter storm in summer. Temperatures dropped, rain and sleet came tumbling down and the thought of soup fit just right. My mom had all the ingredients I needed and I made it again. This time with a pop of colour from some purple cauliflower.