Sunday, 13 February 2011
Cauliflower & Fennel Soup
“Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams” W.B. Yeats (He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven)
A wilting cauliflower had been pulled from the back of the fridge and left on the kitchen island. My husband walked into the kitchen and asked ‘what are you going to do with that?’; I replied; “cheesed, souped or curried – you decide”. He asked for soup and I after a quick visit to the book shelf, I found what I thought would be the perfect soup for him, in Jane Grigson’s English Food. This is favourite book of my husbands and the recipe she gives is from Scarista House on the Island of Harris. My husband and I ate here about five years ago on a very happy holiday. You cook the chopped cauliflower and fennel with an onion in a little oil until the onion is soft. Then add water and simmer for ten minutes. Add cream (I used milk) and the juice of a lemon. I knocked up a wholemeal loaf of bread (Doris Grant loaf, incidentally also recorded in Grigson’s English Food) and was very satisfied with this lunch offering. I tasted a spoonful of the soup and thought it rather good, though it did need seasoning. Cauliflower soup usually punches above its weight, and I thought the fennel and lemon gave it lightness and, dare I say, sophistication.
Unfortunately my efforts were in vain; my husband thought it “disgusting”, “too thick” and complained that you couldn’t even taste the cauliflower. I’ve frozen the remainder in individual cups for me to digest, alone.