To my delight, Wednesday marked the arrival of the first seriously cold front to hit Dallas this year. I adore dreary weather. I feel more alive when it's cold and wet, for some reason. Clearly, some sort of celebration to mark the occasion was in order.
I happened to have on hand an incredible stock from a leg of lamb I prepared last week, so I used that as the base for an Italian turnip and rice soup.
Here you see the minced Italian parsley, chopped up bacon (though pancetta was called-for) and thinly sliced turnips.
I've been having a stone-soup sort of thing going on lately in which I call up one or two residents, usually ones I think are underfed or can't afford to eat as well as I think they should, and they will come over and eat with me. Wednesday, though, making the soup seemed so much more medatative, and I really didn't want company. I made the soup, opened a bottle of wine and had my dinner, and then I called various residents, divvying up the remains among 4 other people.
It was a very lovely evening. I had my nice, solitary meal and yet I still got to share my cooking with some folks who could use it.
Do note Our Lady of the Herbs. I got that wonderful figural bottle for a few bucks at a local antique market. I think she's marvelous. I wonder what sauce or libation she originally held? Anyway, she makes a great vessel for holding fresh herbs, and in this one, I think she looks quite the Vegas showgirl.