The soup recipe was given to us by a chef at a restaurant we visited what feels like a lifetime ago. We had been camping with three very young children in Prince Edward County, and my sweetheart planned a romantic (and we’ll use that term loosely here since we had three kids with us) dinner at a local restaurant.
Except—if memory serves—we didn’t really get to savour the taste of any of it. I don’t think it was one of the better eating-out-with-toddlers-and-babies experiences we’ve ever had, and I don’t think it was for any of the patrons that were dining with us that night, either.
Maybe my soup went cold or I didn’t get a chance to finish it, but somehow we came away with a printed copy of the chef’s recipe, and it’s been sitting in my binder waiting to be made ever since.Read More