Krista selected a lovely Butternut Squash soup for her week in our SlowTrav "Sunday Slow Soupers" challenge.
I really liked her recipe because it leaned toward the savory rather than the sweet that you often see in squash or pumpkin type soups.
Here is my final dish. I used sour cream instead of regular cream as my garnish and saved a few pieces of the pancetta to sprinkle on top.
We had one bowl for supper last night, pronounced it delicious and a keeper. Then, as has become my practice, I put all the rest in a plastic container to take to the store this morning.
Our Monday morning managers' meeting starts at 7 AM, so I leave the house about 6:45 AM. This time of year means that it is still quite dark outside. I paid no attention to the shiny sidewalk -- that is until I was looking at it from about 3 inches away.
My feet went out from under me and I hit the ground so fast I didn't have time to realize what was happening, much less try to brace myself or to save the soup.
Fortunately, all I got out of it was a splattered coat, jammed shoulder and perhaps a hairline crack in my left index finger. Not sure about that yet.
I came back in the house and woke Dan up to tell him he had a clean up job on the front walk waiting for him when the sun came up. Poor guy.
I changed clothes, threw my coat into the washer, and prepared to leave again. This time a bit more carefully. But, then I couldn't find my car key. I grabbed my coat out of the washer and searched the pocket. Then I retraced my steps all through the house. No key.
Finally I decided to search the yard to see if I had tossed it in my fall. But I couldn't see it lying anywhere. In the dirt of the flower bed or the dead grass, it should have stood out.
Oh, wait! What is that lump lying next to the edging brick, under the soup?