Winter is coming. The goose is getting fat. And us creative types are getting a bit sniffly.
So some bright bod in the office suggested starting Soup Club.

Soup Club does exactly what it says on the tin. Except there are no tins allowed. It’s about vegetables, blenders and a flare for the tasty. And more than just a pinch of competitive salt. This, good friends, is culinary warfare.

Sophie was first up to the hob. Which was always going to be a bit like when U2 and Paul McCartney opened Live 8 – a tough act to follow. Soph is, after all, Queen of Birthday Cakes.

We shall name Soph’s soup Hot Squash. Not just because of its butternut squash, harlequin squash and chilli content, but because Soph regularly shuns tea and coffee for a hot mug of orange squash.

Anyway. Hot Squash was, as predicted, a broth of brilliance. A saucepan of sumptiousness. A <insert noun> of <insert alliterative noun>.

***STOP PRESS*** Sophie has just announced it was a Jamie Oliver recipe. Is that cheating?

Next Tuesday sees Aprille cook up a storm a soup bowl. We await with baited (and somewhat squashy) breath.

Blog Post written by Erika Clegg