Classic winter warmer, infinitely variable but always warming the body, and comforting the soul.
Serve with a sprinkling of curly parsley. Aye, and a hunk of bread; “doorsteps” only please. Slices at least an inch thick. Butter them if you wish.
- no new-fangled fripperies like croutons here. If you’re tempted, by all means make some, but consign them to the cat’s litter tray.
- and no garlic. I love the stuff – but there are limits. I don’t care what it might add to the complex meld of flavours. Just not here, not ever.