There has been DESTRUCTION on the Bradshaw homestead but I don’t have photographs of that yet. I don’t have photographs of my dad Chuck Norris-ing the shite out of a wall, no, or of Matt manipulating crackers with his now claw-hands like Kiddo’s rice-eating scene from Kill Bill II (Four and a half minutes of respectful panpipe for Mr Carradine when you’re ready), or pictures of how impossibly large our garden is now, so obviously instead I’m going to talk about SOUP. Now. My soups are more NUTRITION PUNCH than taste sensations, but they’re almost certainly edible. This one was good, and manchego and sesame? Well, that’s very cosmopolitan. Oh, hush.

Antisocial Soup with Manchego and Sesame
… Which is a nicer way of putting “Soup Made from Stuff I Found in the Fridge That Was Nice by Accident”

First heat;
A little oil of your preferred variety
Two chopped cloves of garlic
Couple of teaspoons of sesame seeds until they are golden

Then add;
Half a green cabbage, roughly chopped
Head of broccoli florets
Dijon mustard! A pint a spoonful; you pick the spoon. It’s my taste fixation of the month and it’s going in everything. Might add something, might not.

Cover and cook on a low heat, or an approximation of “low heat” if you’re on an Aga or similar beast.

When the broccoli is cooked, or if you are me “when it is slightly warmer”, throw some vegetable stock at it.

Then add;
A few good handfuls of leftover curried bean and lentil salad, comprising:
Mung beans (they’re not just a punchline!)
Green lentils
Kidney beans
All cooked up with some Chinese curry seasoning on Tuesday

Whiz it all up.

Finely dice and add a still-good heel of manchego (it’s a recession soup).

Season a bit more. It’s a nice, delicate flavour. It won’t work if you don’t like vegetables or if you’re accustomed to being hit in the face with chicken stock.

Feed it to your proto-husband. Yeah, I know. Beans and cabbage and cheese; I don’t learn. Does anyone want to take Matt for a couple of days?

Before I go to bed, here is some other stuff I’ve been consuming lately;

Tickley Feather
Maupassant
Black Moth Super Rainbow
Dijon mustard by the jar
Blackcurrant jam
Inaccessible drone, yeah?
The Mountain Goats. I’m going through a Goats-using stage again. I go off them for months at a time and I’m all “Huh! It’s just ten-a-penny acoustic stuff and the production values are frankly patchy* and Darnielle sings through a nostril“, but it’s darn well not, I know very well that it’s not; I’m wrong and I’m sorry, Mr Darnielle, please take me to your bosom and let us never fight again.

*No, cleverdick, I don’t mean when he was singing into a boombox. I mean this weird chorus on No Children, that sort of thing. AS YOU WELL KNOW.

Oh yes, good grief, and I had my first WEDDING NIGHTMARE last night. I mean, “it’s the morning of the wedding and I’m shopping for a dress” scenario, not “I’m marrying who now?” scenario, so don’t go returning your theatrical hats. I think this means we should send out the invites already. Mm.