I love autumn. I love the smell of the leaves and the look of the landscape when the sun is shining in below a thick layer of dark gray clouds. I love the crispness in the air and the lighting of the first fires in the wood cookstove. And I love soup. I'm making soup almost every day right now. Sometimes, I like to follow a recipe. I'll make a special curried soup or what-have-you, but right now, with so much work going on around here, I'm just making it up as I go along.
First was a soup with rye berries and freshly shelled beans from the garden. I threw in turnips and carrots from the garden as well. And some sauteed garlic and onions for good measure. The next night it was tomato noodle soup with a lot of the final pickings from the waning tomato patch. Tonight potato soup with curled dock (very nutritious greens that grow with no help from me at all).
Life just doesn't get much better.