The good news is I don’t have pleurisy.
While the thought lives just fine on it’s own as a daily positive affirmation statement it may be best if explain a bit further…
First some background, I am not a fan of doctors [sorry doctors], hospitals freak me out and I am not one prone to hypochondria. The last time I was in a hospital was 11-ish years ago and in general I am one of those people who will soak gushing kitchen injuries in salt water and bandage with a tight band-aid before ever considering stitches.
In any case, I recently ended up with some chest pain that came out of the blue – no odd movements or strenuous exercise just bam, pain every time I took a breath. Crap.
After about 36 hours I figured it probably wasn’t indigestion [yes, 36 hours, see previous note about doctors and hospitals] and it was about this time it went from uncomfortable while breathing to spreading down my arm. So as any responsible person does I consulted Dr. Google.
Chest pain on breathing + tiredness + sore throat + aching muscles = pleurisy. Pay no mind to the fact that no one is afflicted by this particular ailment any more, I was obviously the exception.
I rang a girlfriend who is a nurse and jokingly told her my diagnosis. RJ gave me an “I told you so” look when she stated it most certainly was not pleursy but that I did need to go to the ER. Double crap.
Off we went and I must say that with all the hospital issues going on in Sydney right now we were more than impressed with Royal North Shore. Everyone we came across was efficient and friendly, and while the speed with which they got to me may have been due to presenting as a young-ish, reasonably fit woman with chest pains, I recon the lack of makeup exposing brilliantly haggard dark circles under my eyes didn’t hurt either.
Blah blah blah cut to the end and all is well. No heart condition, no clots, no indication of anything other than some muscular-skeletal issue that managed to sort itself out the very next day. I didn’t ask about the pleurisy.
So what does this have to do with soup? Absolutely nothing. Not even a tenuous link. It happens sometimes.
In other news I think I need to work on my daily affirmations but until I find a new one, the good news is I don’t have pleurisy.
White Winter Soup
Soup is the perfect solution for a quick winter meal – and a great way to clean out the crisper too! This almost-recipe is a result of what was languishing in my kitchen but it came together in a snap to create a creamy warm dinner and lots of lunches in the days that followed.
Makes: one large pot
- Leek, sliced
- Garlic, diced
- Cauliflower, broken into florets
- Potato with peel, scrubbed and diced
- Fennel bulb white and light green section only, sliced
- Veg stock or water and stock powder
- pepita seeds toasted in a pan with a pinch of salt and chili powder
- dukkah, cracked pepper, pesto, olive oil, shaved parmsean, thyme, oregano
In a large stock pot saute leeks and garlic for a few minutes in a splash of oil or water. Add all other vegetables and enough stock to just cover the ingredients.
Cover pot and simmer 25-30 mins until potato and cauliflower are soft. Remove from heat and puree until smooth.
Season to taste and serve with any or all accompaniments.
- I ended up using one large leek, three cloves garlic, one large potato, half a head of cauliflower and half a bulb of fennel because that is what was in my kitchen.
- I use an immersion blender to puree the soup straight in the pot.
- Feel free to stir thinly sliced mushrooms, shredded kale, diced red capsicum [bell pepper] or black olives into the warm soup for an even heartier meal.
vegan // vegetarian // gluten-free // dairy-free // almost recipe