Having managed to successfully get a pumpkin yield out of my pretty pumpkin patch, I wanted to use it in ways where I could squeeze the maximum nutrition out of it. Made a tasty Indian gravy on two occasions while all the time the words ‘soup…soup …souppp’ kept reverberating in my head. For the longest time the word ‘soups’ meant only one thing to my spouse – ‘fever food’. So , I hit upon the idea of a Mexican meal. Nothing too elaborate, my yummy fajitas were to be the second course which would make the pumpkin soup the first. Having used the word Mexican , it had to feature some crunch…the tortilla chips and cheddar cheese is a hard to say no to combo. Topped on the soup ,it makes for a little less guilty indulgence (for me !!! )
My kids on the other hand love soup. Especially when there’s a bit of drama involved. And I make sure that’s never lacking . That’s a small trick to pack in as much nutrition as their tiny bodies can handle ! All mommy secrets that stem from pure experience. No, but seriously , don’t we all love a bit of flounce and flourish ?! It doesn’t have to be exotic or anything … just that little bit of a special touch. Just a little bit more than a garnish really ! I also love to pull out all my lovely soup bowls. The red lacquer babies are a personal favourite. Filled with a velvety luscious yellow liquid ,they look even more luminous My kids have really gotten used to the added bits . So ,when soup is on the menu ,they look first for the little “pile ons” before checking on the actual flavour of the soup. I’ve gotten to enjoy it as well for a different reason. It helps me play around and experiment with complimenting flavours. I’ve managed to accumulate a sizable number of ingredients that are perfect for this sort of thing ! It also adds a great deal to the textural element of the dish. It’s more than just a spoonful of liquid…ther’s a bite , a crackle , a squeak or a pop. The table gets really quiet after each slurp . The tongue picks up on all the drippings and the concentration on that bowl of yum gets really intense. It’s companionably silent which is something that doesn’t happen often.
And… the mother’s little home maker heart goes zippidy do daa zippidy dae !!!!! Grateful for my pumpkin harvest !