Whatever Is Good Soup

Don't you just despise people who constantly refer to people they know as My Dear Friend So-and-so...? I was reading this blog written by this famous person, and she constantly kept on going My Dear friend This told me to do this... and My Dear friend That advised me to do that.... My intestines just revolt at such widespread intimacy with Everyone! I am probably completely unfair, and all these cooks and fitness experts and doctors ARE her Dear Dear Friends. I mean, after all, we are all One Love in a Singular Universe, right? Still, I just hate it. It sounds so preppy and inauthentic. I think the phrase I hate that fucker! Can be much more loving than My dear dear friend. You know what I mean? At least there is some real passion and honesty in that.

Whatever.

I have now been on the Candida diet for exactly one week and one day. Muffins of all shapes and tastes have failed at seducing me. Baguettes and creamy cheeses have no more power over my will of iron. Hamburgers and fries are sending their smoky long fingers after my soul in vain. But coffee.... ohhhhh cooooffeeee... Not a day passes where I don't press my nose against the window of a coffee shop longingly, heavyhearted at being at the outside while all these people are sipping their lattes smugly, not knowing just HOW lucky they are. I sit down uncomfortably close to strangers in order to live vicariously through their uninhibited coffee slurping. I will sneak soundlessly to the cupboard in the kitchen, to smell the last traces of coffee from the secret crevasses of the empty tin...

3 celery stalks
1 young onion (is that what it's called?)
1 pak choi
1 red paprika
1 yellow paprika
a handful spinach leaves
a handful watercress

half a lime
half a green chili

fennel
vegan soup stock
coriander
seeds

You know the procedure... Peel and fry and pour over water. The only thing I did was to put the spinach leaves and the watercress just before pouring over the boiling water...

Sudden Turn Of Events

Typical.
I was so into it.

I strolled through Notting Hill picking up spices and herbs. I bought three cookbooks, spending a fortune, to broaden my horizon and educate my skills. I frigging grilled garlic in the oven! I got weird chili, turmeric, lime leaves, manuka honey and all sort of fun stuff. And then it happened. A friend took a long curious look at my balloon belly and said matter of factly: You probably have fungus in your stomach.

WHAT? Yikes! Fungus? How disgusting is that?

Getting over the initial shock with several cups of coffee and reading up on candida on the internet, I realized that I was not alone. Shared pain is half pain, right? I took another comforting, fruity jet earthy mouthful of freshly ground espresso which I swallowed with a satisfied sigh, of course. Maybe it wasn't so bad, after all.

Then I read about the food that you are absolutely to avoid: EVERYTHING with sugar. Wheat, milk, honey, fruit and even carrots! Hell! Even potatoes! My heart stopped a beat at alcohol. But the worst was still to come.

I scrolled down the kilometer long list and found suddenly the word coffee listed among evil and forbidden drinks. No. Noooooooooooo! What has coffee to do with it? A tear of frustration and sadness rolled down my cheek (could I lick the tear of my cheek (as one does, right? Right?!) or would that too be filled with something sugary a fungi would love to devour and make a thousand babies with???).

Who would I be without coffee in the morning to pick me up and set me straight? I would basically not get out of bed if not coffee was calling my name every morning. Caaaarroliiinne.... Carrrroooolline darling! Come into the kitchen and watch me boil funnily in the espresso machine! Come dig your nose into the wonderfully playful happy fumes!

How can this evil enemy grow in my own body? I see you! You nasty fungi! I have my eyes on you... you... you ugly turd! I will KILL you! I will destroy you! I will regain my belly from you, you terrible destroyer of fun!

And what about all the new exciting soup I had lined up to cook for my soup-friends? The roasted garlic, cream and honey soup? The red wine and spinach soup? The white wine, coriander and bacon soup?

It's back to Red Pepper & Courgette Soup.

Peace & Love Carrot and Cashew Soup

As I sat sipping a soy latte somewhere in Notting Hill, I read this little article in some free magazine laying around. It was about all sorts of different calls to 999. Around the death of Michael, there were apparently loads of people wanting to know if Michael was really dead. You have to imagine the urgency of these people's emotions forcing them to call 999. Not only the emotions, but the trust! That wasn't the funniest part though. The best thing was the mother who called in asking about her lost TV remote control. Hahahahahaha! I had to dry my eyes laughing. Imagine this old woman calling emergency for her TV remote! Hahahahahahihihihihi! Her son was a convict, and that had something to do with her thinking calling emergency was a good idea...

4 carrots
1 onion
2 garlic cloves
2 dl unsalted cashews
1 lime

sambal oelek
vegan stock

Peel and cut the carrots, onions and garlic. Fry the onion and the garlic for a minute, then add the carrots. Add a liter cooking water, 2 table spoons stock and a half spoon of sambal. When the carrots are soft, add the cashews and the lime juice and cook for another few minutes. Blend with hand blender. Sprinkle herbs over it if you want.

(Soup more or less from Peace, Love & Food.)

Dirty Truffle Mushroom Soup

I have been secretly smell and taste fantasizing about truffle oil for one or two weeks now. The desire just seem to overcome me. I have felt a little secretive about it, as truffles are soo... soooooo... ahhhmmm... dirty. That pungent, mysterious jet earthy smell. That fleeting promise. That seductive velvety giggle of a taste. Trruffeeeellll... it even rolls flirtily of your tongue. Wanting to find out more, as one does, I read up on those sexy ones on wikipedia. It appears though, that the word actually means lump. Lump? Lump. Ohhhhhh you delicious, little devil... lump?

Lump. LUMP. Lumpp. The more I say it the more I discover the secret qualities and hidden layers in the word. Luuummp. Lummp. If feels sort of fleshy and vulgar in a very appealing way. You naughty... Lump.

1 box of mushrooms
10 smallish potatoes
2 cloves of garlic
1 yellow onion

truffle oil
cream
chili
vegan stock
whole cloves
nutmeg
fresh thyme
lime

Cut and peel potatoes, onion and garlic. Cut mushrooms. Fry all in a little olive oil with the chili. Add two table spoons of vegan stock and pour over about a liter of cooking water. Add a dash of nutmeg and the whole cloves. When potatoes are soft, add the cream and a swirl of truffle oil. Cook on low heat for another minute or two.

Mix with hand mixer, add some fresh thyme and a few drops of lime on each serving.

Oh My God Lentil Soup

I was sitting reading the new Oprah mag when this question popped up in my brain: If you only had one last soup to live, what would you do?

A lentil soup? My mothers fish soup? Something with truffle oil in it?

This question indeed got me thinking. I mean honestly, if one only had one soup to live? I must get more creative here. I bet I haven't yet discovered That soup. There are so many ingredients to try, Rhubarbs to taste, herbs to tickle the senses. I haven't really spread my wings yet at all! What about a Parmesan soup with saffron and lime? What about spicy African beans with coconut and cloves? What about all the soup out there that I haven't tried, that haven't even been yet invented? What have I done with all my life?

I cry for all the divine fumes of melting butter in a pan that I haven't inhaled. I cry for the beans, cheese, vegetables and spices that I haven't chopped and admired and loved and been loved by in return. I cry for all the pastes, thin soups, thick soups, broths and porridge that I have not made a part of me. Yet.

1/3 of a bag of lentils
yellow onion
2 pieces of garlic
cream

2 bay leaves
about 10 whole cloves
chili
vegan stock

Fry the chopped onions, garlic and chili in some olive oil. Pour in the lentils and stir. Pour in a liter of cooking water. Add vegan stock, bay leaves and cloves.

After about half an hour add the cream and cook for another few minutes.

DIVINE! I kept repeating in my head Oh my God! This is so good!

Too Happy For Soup.

I have not cooked a soup today. Disaster. I just felt no motivation whatsoever. Over all I just enjoy a blissful mood. I have a multitude of followers - the mammoth number of FOUR (and how I love them). I receive at least one comment a day, wonderful feedback practically raining on me. What do I need more? Ahhhhh. The life of a star.

And then I stumbled on this article in Oprah magazine about fear and success. To cut it short and adapt it to my own life it says this: Just as failure fuels your fear and keeps you working towards your goal, success mitigates anxiety and weakens your motivation to stick with your regimen...

AHA! This is JUST what I am experiencing now! I feel so successful that I instantly loose my motivation to cook soup. And just yesterday I went to Sainsbury's to get new exciting stuff like mushrooms and bay leaves and lentils to spice up my soup menu.

Well, luckily I happened to read that article. What would one do without Oprah? I have now successfully shed light on my own unconscious behavior and will let the darkness hinder me no further! New, bigger horizons, here I come! Success like I could never have dreamed of, here I am! I might even start cooking with cream and creme fraiche...

Alchemical Pumpkin Soup

After a short holiday from orange soup, orange soup is back. The poor pumpkin has been laying around for a week now awaiting its destiny calmly among some carrots and old butter in the fridge. Time to transcend to a new dimension, my friend. It seemed the pumpkin took the news with a tranquility of mind even the most enlightened guru would be proud of. Hell, I can't even take off my socks at night without separation anxiety. So. Autumn is here and the leaves keep turning red and insisting on falling of the trees. I am clinging on to the last dirty layer of my summer tan. My pumpkin has finally successfully gone from a solid material existence to a more spiritual and lofty one. As shall we all. One's death, another's life.

1 coquina squash
1 pointed red pepper
2 shallots
piece of ginger
chili

vegan stock
thyme

coriander & parsley

Peel and remove seeds from squash. Cut into smallish pieces. Peel and cut shallots and ginger. Cut and remove seeds from pepper. Fry the shallots, chili and ginger a few minutes before adding the red pepper and squash. Fry for another few minutes, then add the fresh thyme and two spoons of vegan stock. Stir, then add boiling water to cover the veggies. Sprinkle some fresh coriander and parsley on top.