When I hear the word lentil my mind immediately thinks of the Mediterranean. I have visions of sunny skies, blue horizons and life of all forms. Emotion sweeps over me. The reaction is the same if I run across the word in a recipe. I am happy and humbled at the same time. I feel a deep sense of connection to past and present, near and far, abundance and wanting. It’s a powerful experience evoked by this ancient pulse.
Today with gratitude I made Lentil Soup with Pasta, Bacon and Garlic. It was a family affair. As I prepared ingredients, my husband and I chatted about how we’ll make it to Europe one day. My 2 ½ year old son was unofficial sous-chef. That’s his hand in the photo adjusting the parsley. It was great to eat altogether. Our schedules have made shared meals a luxury.
The soup is flavorful, earthy and very filling. The pungency of the Pecorino was too much for my husband but my son enjoyed it quite well. He even asked for seconds. I will definitely make this again. I’ll just hold the cheese to the side as a stir in.
Lentil Soup with Pasta, Bacon, and Garlic
©2010 Irene D. Ericson