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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

A surfeit of courgettes

We are suffering from a surfeit of courgettes. Normally we do not have enough, but this year, we made a policy decision and have been picking the courgettes when they get about the size of my thumb. Sometimes larger, if they get overlooked. I have adapted a soup recipe from The River Cottage Cookbook. Hugh Fearnley Whittonstall has a recipe for courgette and milk soup. I have changed it to -- courgette, basil and brie soup.
As I suspect a number of people search out ways to use up courgettes, I am sharing it.
It is very simple -- sweat courgettes and garlic in a little olive oil until soft, mash with potato masher, add a combination of milk and chicken stock until the desire consistency is reached, add fresh torn basil leaves, and about four oz (125 grams) brie -- stir to melt. Process in food processor if you like your soup smooth. Add basil leaves and pieces of brie on top. Serve. I suspect this soup will be as good cold as it was hot. I also suspect it would be quite good with other types of cheese.
This recipe is now added to my arsenal of courgette recipes -- from courgette bread to courgette encaladas to Italian roasted and now soup. The River Cottage Cookbook also lists courgette souffle and courgette pasta....

I am facing a small problem in the wip. It is very difficult to write a passionate scene when one is likely to be walked in on by one's mother and children. I suspect I shall have to skip this scene and write the end of the scene and the next few chapters, then go back after my mother leaves.


Kate Hardy said...

That recipe sounds gorgeous!

And know what you mean about writing love scenes when littlies are home. I wait until DH is home to be with them and then close my office door...

Donna Alward said...

Pleading ignorance here... what are courgettes?

I hear you on the scene. I have had that issue with the littlies being home- just simply getting distracted from what I'm writing and the train of thought/mood of it just evaporates.

Kate Allan said...

better than a surfeit of lampreys anyway