Yesterday, I woke up with a ton of energy. I was riding a high from Saturday – finding a recipe for nut-free, semi-healthy cookies that my entire family will eat (other kids tried them – and they liked them too . . . so I know it really is a good recipe), seeing my son take part in a ceremonial puck drop for his hockey association, and then spending an awesome afternoon that turned into dinner with friends and their kids. It was a fantastical day through and through.
So what did I decide to do with all that energy . . . . tackle the garden of course! There was no better today to put the garden to bed for the winter – it was sunny, not too cold, and I had all the time in the world to get the job done. Of course, as I went to the garage to get my gardening tools, I was faced with the obstacle course that my garage had become (yet again!). So, with the help of the Husband, we did a massive garage clean-out/up.
At some point, probably during the basement reno a few years ago, I filled a big plastic tub with kitchen stuff that wasn’t in every-day use. Clearly, we’ve never needed any of it, as I had completely forgotten that it was out there. But since I had unearthed it, I decided it was time to deal with it. For the most part, I had no issues getting rid of the stuff in that box.
Except for four ceramic bowls. I bought these bowls when I was still in university. When I had hopes and dreams of one day having a husband and kids. And a house of my own. And I would feed my small, perfect children their morning cereal out of these adorable little bowls.
Right. So . . . I have the husband, the kids (still kinda small, and delightfully imperfect), and the house. But the kids don’t particularly care for cereal (at least not for breakfast anyway, as a snack after school, eaten dry, maybe), and the cuteness of the bowls are be completely lost on them (I believe my son asked if there was a Star Wars version that he could have instead).
Hmmmmm. I tried all my new tricks; what did these bowls me to me right now? did I really need them? What would my life be like if I gave them on to someone else to love???
And then I did what any logical person would do. I washed them, made a batch of homemade soup, and sat down to enjoy my soup out of my treasured bowls. Maybe the novelty will wear off in a day or two and then I’ll be ready to part with them. But for now . . . I’m going to use them, be thankful for my dreams that have come true, and enjoy my soup.
Roasted Cauliflower and Apple Soup
2 heads of cauliflower
2 apples peeled and cut into eighths (I used MacIntosh this time)
4 garlic cloves, peeled
3 shallots, peeled and cut into quarters (or use 1 onion peeled and roughly chopped)
4 cups stock or bone broth
salt & pepper to taste
- Preheat the oven to 375. Prepare 2 cookie sheets by lining them with parchment paper or tin foil.
- Roughly chop the cauliflower and toss it with about 2 tablespoons of olive oil. Arrange the cauliflower on the prepared baking sheets.
- Scatter the apples, onions, and garlic amongst the cauliflower.
- Put the cookie sheets in the oven for about 30 minutes, or until the cauliflower starts to brown and look “roasted”.
- While the cauliflower etc. is roasting, heat up the stock in a large pot.
- When the cauliflower is roasted, add it all to the pot and bring it all to a simmer.
- Take the pot off the heat, and using an immersion blender, puree the soup. (I then used my blender to further puree it . . . but it’s not necessary).