Recipes

I'm on dinner tonight (it's my turn ;-) and have been perusing recipes (bloody vegos) and looking for things to do with pumpkin as I happen to have one about my person.

I turned the page (I know, a physical book, an object even) to an innocent recipe for Pumpkin Soup. No fancy add-ons or sun-dusted, wind blown, one-legged-pygmy-harvested saffron required, just pumpkin and soup stuff. What this innocent pumkin soup recipe didn't know is that it was a time-travelling pumkin soup recipe.

Within seconds I was about 22, in a weatherboard house perched on a hill in Diamond Harbour, tucked in out of the storm. The room lit only by the roaring fire, the white woolen hearth rug under me, a glass of red in my hand and an old mate seeing to the stock pot on the stove.

Pumpkin Soup was His Recipe, complete with nutmeg and a swirl of cream.