When the team at the Charlotte Agenda asked me for a fall-inspired recipe, a soup came to mind immediately.
Some might say what’s a soup other than random vegetables puréed and mixed together?
Sounds too simple. Sounds too easy.
But a soup is so much more. A soup is complex.
First, a soup is texture. How will it feel as soon as the spoon touches your tongue? How will it linger after the first mouthful? What was added to the bowl to make it an interesting meal experience?
A soup is character. How well do the ingredients and intertwined flavors complement one another? Does it take on a new dimension as you continue eating?
A soup is also art. Will it charm your guests after the first taste? A well-styled bowl of soup to trigger excitement and happiness, bringing emotions to the eyes as you look down at the bowl placed in front of you – big spoon in hand.
But a soup is also comfort. The relief felt from feeling warmer after a cold winter walk. Smiling as both hands hold the heated bowl. Eased at the idea of eating something nutritious. Comforted when sick and bed stricken – grandma and grandpa lovingly caring with a pot of simmering soup going on the stove. Perhaps there will be toasted bread? Or croutons? I hope it will be creamy and a bit spicy.
Mange ta soupe, ça te fera du bien.
A bowl of soup to feel better.
A bowl of soup to ease the pain.
A bowl of soup to warm bodies and souls.
And sometimes, a bowl of soup is all we need to find serenity and support while gathering with friends around a steaming pot at the dinner table. When we need it the most. When we need a human connection. When we need to talk about life, freedom and personal liberties. When we want to be serious. When we need to laugh and be silly, escaping life for 5 quick seconds.
A bowl of soup to find comfort when tragedy strikes.
A bowl of soup for France and Paris.
Go to the Charlotte Agenda page for more photos and the full recipe of the roasted pumpkin and shallot soup with walnut and spinach pesto croutons.