The shit mix of soup

So the time has come where another illness has plagued our household again, the Red Cross is on the door, the lemsips are in the cupboard, and those inflicted are chilling on the couch.

The person who is the target of the illness this time is not in fact the baby, but the boyfriend. So I’ve done what every mother does when someone is sick, I made soup.

And with any unplanned spur of the moment recipe, I stand there looking through my fridge, freezer and cupboards wondering what the hell I am going to make, so after a good 10 minutes and a thorough root around, I decided on the simplistic vegetable soup. A classic, and if I’m honest, one of the easiest.

Diving head first into the chest freezer that’s probably better suited to a family of 8 that out simple family of 3 I find what vegetables I can (and yes I use frozen, it’s cheaper, it lasts longer and it doesn’t go mouldy when forgotten at the bottom for a while). In my search I find, peas, broccoli, cauliflower and some onions, moving on to the cupboard I grab some forgotten, starting to sprout, white potatoes and some sweet potatoes.

Getting out my soup pan because I’m apparently the kind of person that has a soup pan now. I wash, peel and chop all veg and it all gets thrown into the obscenely large pan with as much grace as I can muster, which is not much, it’s never much.

After throwing in some stock, salt, pepper, herbs and spices, it goes on the boil until it’s all soft and blendable, at which point I get out the hand dandy hand blender and blitz the shit out of it until it’s so puréed you’d think it was baby food.

So that’s it, it’s the shit mix equivalent of vegetable soup, it’s a recipe that changes every time, it’s unmeasured, it’s a throwing in veg and herbs going “that’ll do” and it’s my favourite way to cook. The fuck it let’s see how this turns out approach.