Some lovely plump chestnut mushrooms have turned up in the
organic box. It’s chillier than it should be for this time of year, so
something warming is needed.
25g butter
½ an onion, finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, chopped
40g plain flour
700ml vegetable stock
250g sliced mushrooms
10 dried porcini mushrooms
A good handful chopped flat leaf parsley
75ml single cream, organic if you can
Salt & pepper
Melt half the butter and gently cook the onion and garlic.
I’m making this for an early lunch and have Radio 4 on. The boy comes padding
out of the bedroom in his pyjamas. He goes padding back in again when he
realises there is no immediate food in the offing.
Stir the flour in – it will usually need a really good stir,
to avoid any lumps. After a minute, add the stock. I have time, so mine is made
from boiling an onion studded with cloves, two carrots, some thyme, celery
stalks and a bay leaf in a litre of water. Usually I’d add some garlic but ours
is too strong and it’s a little late for garlic scapes, which would be about
right. The bay leaf is stolen from the tub outside our local pub. 20 minutes
and that’s your stock. Purists don’t add peppercorns, which can make it cloudy.
This is a creamy soup so it couldn’t matter less. I’m adding a few. Strain it
once it’s done.
Add half the chestnut mushrooms, all of the porcinis and parsley to
the stock and stir well. It smells good and the boy comes padding out of the
bedroom again. Once everything is tender, blend. It’s noisy so back into the
bedroom he goes. My brother bought me a really good blender a few birthdays
ago. I’m grateful. It has served me well.
In a clean pan, heat the rest of the butter and the
remaining mushrooms. I’ve quartered them. Some music will temper this and I’ve
chosen the live Callas recording of La Sonnambula, conducted by Bernstein. Am
amazed to find that the boy likes it, given its rough sound. But it’s 1955, La
Scala, there’s nothing like it. It would have been filled with white
carnations. Bernstein was never as great as he thought he was. He brings out
the emotion too easily. But Sonnambula can take it. Stir in the cream, and heat it through. Ours
comes from Jersey and looks almost yellow. The boy pops his finger into the
waxed carton to have taste. He gets a swat on his bottom to send him on his
way. Pour the blended soup into the pan and garnish with
the rest of the parsley, salt and pepper. Quite a bit of both.
We have a really good
sourdough loaf, cut open lengthways, toasted and rubbed with half a clove of garlic and a
halved heirloom tomato from the garden. Both need to kind of melt into the
bread. It has a drizzle of really green olive oil and a little flaky sea salt.
We can then cut it into manageable pieces. It’s the boy’s idea. He often has good ideas.
A South African Chenin Blanc to go with.
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