Oh, gah, don't look! Too ugly.
Looks like a schoolroom accident.
I just dumped this soup into what I thought was a photogenic dish and snapped away, using room light. I thought it was the best you could do, given the hideous appearance of the ingredients.
But look what Béa is capable of pulling off with a similar bowl of slush and peas: beautiful. Clearly, I'm not trying hard enough, and I now vow to try harder. Thanks Béa. I'm not sure if I'm being sarcastic.
Looks notwithstanding, however, it was a very tasty soup.
I sat down with a pen and notepad the other day and dreamed up 10 recipes for pear soup. This was the last one I thought of, and the first one I wanted to try.
I won't bother you with the proportions, but basically it was the milled pulp of about five peeled and cored pears, blended with chicken stock, cream, a little cooked rice, some chicken sausage sauteed in slices, and some onion slices sauteed in the sausage grease. Curry powder. Salt. And a handful of fresh, shelled peas.
The sweetness of the pears was reminiscent of the raisins or apples you might use as a condiment to flavor a traditional (well, Craig Claiborne-traditional, which is "not very") curry. And everything else just worked, in a blessed melange.
So, Pear Soup #1 was a success.
Nine to go, and we aren't even making a dent in the pear harvest.