Especially with the oven broken, this October is definitely soup season.
I made sweet potato-peanut stew over couscous earlier in the week.
Another night, I stewed some chicken legs with New Mexican red chiles (soaked in water then pureed), tomatoes, beer, cinnamon, cumin, and nutmeg; we ate that with homemade flour tortillas.
And recently I made a simple vegetable soup from leeks, potatoes, carrots, garlic, white beans, and a small bit of bacon. Fresh rosemary and thyme and bay leaves made it smell big and herby. And because we had some leftover pesto, I put a small mound of that on the soup to stir in, pistou-style.
The soup was actually a little better the next day, minus the pesto.
I want my oven back. But for tonight we have seeded sourdough bread from Heather's Artisan Bakery, and I will make another soup to go with it. Something containing collard greens, I think.
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What happened to your oven, anyway? I remember that you replaced the element (yourself! I was proud) a year or two ago.
Aunt Susan in Texas really wanted a gas cooktop so they installed a propane one, and it is Beautiful. Big, industrial-looking burners that can be turned down as low as you want, and very easy to clean.
They ran a propane line to a modest-sized tank outside the kitchen wall.
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