Yes, a soup maker. Soup Maker is not a metaphor. Not a metaphor for a naked man wearing one of those PVC aprons with cursive writing over his delicious middle, like 'souper douper soup maker'. That is fantasy only, and one cannot be in love with fantasy.
What I am in love with, is an actual soup maker, as in a kettle-ish machine with an On button and a whizzy stick for blending. This is Love as in Need.
Because with only a potato and a carrot, I am conjuring wondrous home goodness for Shark and for me and for everyone who wants delicious soop from a thermos at any time of day!
In the nature of all new love-struck yearnlings, I want to share my love with you. Here are my favourites.
Add to all below a goodly amount of the finest sold by ethical enterprise, Daily Bread Co-op. The delicious Marigold. (The stock, not a rubber glove.)
Sweet potato and ginger
My absolute favourite. A huge sweet potato and a thumb lump of ginger.
Potato, onion, big lump of frozen pea.
Celery and cumin
Potato, celery, cumin.
Tin sweetcorn, onion, potato
Red pepper and garlic
Potato, red pepper, garlic.
Yesterday's dinner, with added water and rubber glove. Today, it was yesterday's pearl barley and
Anything in the fridge, or grown in the veg patch. (Not much there. Those carrots were puny! And the slugs ate the cabbage.) But! I acquired four bags of kale from Tesco bins at 10p each, thus ensuring tomorrow's soup contains kale.
Potato, carrot, something from the spice shelf, best before date.
I think we have the hang of this now.
All I can say is, buy a soup maker! It is one of those things in life that you think DUH, I am not an IDIOT. I can make soup ALREADY! But then! When you actually have a loverly soup maker, I guarantee that life is made easier. I simply stick the soup in a thermos and leave it on the kitchen table. Lunch is sorted.
PS. to anyone who thinks they might be able to make money from this post because you can get me to review soup makers, don't bother. I will be a sad disappointment*. As in, I can't recall the brand of the one I bought at Costco, even while I am in love with it. I think it's a Russell Hobbes, but don't push me and I can't be bothered to go and look.
*I do however accept free bags of chocolate with no strings attached.