The first supper

My parents headed home on Sunday. On Monday, rather than dip into the well-stocked freezer, I cooked my first postpartum meal.

I had previously bought a pie pumpkin from the university's farm, intending to roast it with other vegetables at some point or other. But I had also bought a butternut squash, which ended up in the roasted veggies, and the pumpkin sat, in a container in which a flower arrangement had been delivered¹, on the breakfast bar.

So Monday evening, I split, seeded, and baked the pumpkin and turned it into a soup. In chicken stock, I boiled a couple of white potatoes. I added some garlic, a bit of cream, ginger, curry powder, and cinnamon, salt and white pepper. I tossed in the cooked pumpkin and smooshed it all together with my immersion blender. Served it with leftover baguette.

It was... ok. Not bad, but something was missing. I've made something like this before, but in my sleep deprived haze I must have forgotten something. The soup was fine, but a bit flat. (And not helped out at all by the stale baguette.)

In any case, I ended up with a fairly big pot of soup, which was also supper on Tuesday (Hallowe'en calls for a pumpkin-based meal, doesn't it?), and will return again today either for lunch or supper. Leftovers will be my salvation this week, even if they aren't very good.

(Maybe tomorrow I'll raid the freezer...)


¹ Oh, but it is a nice container! Like a little bucket. Quite cute, really.