I leave a lot of the cooking to my beloved, because he is absolutely brilliant at it. But sometimes I get a bit inspired (or hungry), and I cook.
This has been quite an up-and-down week for me. Soup always cheers me up. And freshly baked bread. I reckon I’d order those two things for my ‘last meal’ if I had to make a choice.
On Wednesday, I pulled out our woebegone recipe folder and dug out a little slip of paper. Written on it is my late grandmother’s recipe for Leek and Potato Soup.
My Toddly Boy and I had been shopping in the morning, and come home with a beautiful organic leek. And I knew we had some Dutch Cream potatoes in the pantry. So my choice was easily made.
Much to my surprise, my (usually soup-averse) eldest daughter really enjoyed hers, and had two helpings. Middle one dutifully emptied her bowl, and Toddly Boy (tired and unwell) threw a complete wobbly about it and refused to eat. He did, however, eat his allotment of homemade crumpets. He would have eaten a dozen if I had let him.
I don’t know what possessed me to cook crumpets to have with soup. But it worked. I think I might do it again sometime.
Nana’s Leek and Potato Soup
1 oz. butter
3 medium potatoes, diced
3 cups chicken stock
Slice and cook leeks and onions in butter (do not brown).
Add potatoes and stock.
Cook on stove top until soft.
Blend in batches.
I serve mine with lots of pepper. Sometimes some parsley or grated parmesan cheese.
You see the photo of the recipe above? I made Nana write Nana on it. I wanted other people to remember her by it as well. She was a brilliant person. I miss her. She was always called Joy by her friends. Some of us grandkids called her Rejoyce, because that’s how she made us feel.