Senses Aroused.

Putting away the vegetables and meat my mind was thinking of lunch and later dinner. Although the sun was shinning it was bitterly cold so a soup was called for.

Roasted cauliflower soup? Celery and apple? Onion soup? None of them really spoke to me.

Doing a re think while bagging the meat for the freezer I remembered I had beef stock in the freezer. A large bag of luxurious beef stock. Why luxurious? Because it was made from the finest Irish beef. Yes, a beef and vegeatable soup.

Now personally I prefer to use vegetables which are not looking their best for soup. Those carrots whose colour has become a dowdy orange. Those peppers which have become wrinkled. Then add in those potatoes which have just started to sprout because the thought of another potato with dinner was too much during the week.

Perhaps it was time to look at the flavours which could be added in. It was time to experiment with the Kitchen Sink Soup. This also required music. Music with gusto and pizzaz z. A little toe tapping music. “Adele”? “Katy Perry” Fireworks? Handel’s Fireworks? 1812 Overture? Brian Ó Hairt? After sampling them all they just were not doing it.

Then it came to me. Sarajevo 1984. Saint Valentines night, enthralled by the magic on the screen along with millions of other TV viewers. Left knowing that I had witnessed a piece of sporting history.

Maurice Ravel’s Bolero that would add a little magic to the soup.