On thunderstoms and first kisses – Caramelised Jerusalem artichoke velouté

It’s been oh-so-quiet around here lately. Perhaps, that’s what happens when I have too much to say, too much to do, too much to look forward to.

But last night, I saw the dark sky turn into fireworks. And I heard the thunder grumble. And I smelled the earth get damp through a window that has been open – if ever so slightly – for weeks now.

And I might have been half-asleep when that happened (so much for non-drowsy cough syrups) but it felt like the most beautiful dream. Only it wasn’t one.

It was there, around me.

Thunderstorms are a thing so rare in London they become treasures you remember like a first kiss.
And while I could tell you about how he made me forget everything I thought I knew, I’m here with a soup instead.

As a reminiscence of cold winter nights and unspoken words. As a celebration of the smell of rain, which we might disregard now that pims-and-lemonade days are ahead of us.

As my winter comes to an end – for good this time – so many other things do too. Bruises on my legs and cuts on my fingers; journeys over the Thames, late at night…

But I have the feeling you’re going to see a lot more of me these days.

To new beginnings!

Just peel a handful (300g) of Jerusalem artichokes and gently fry them in butter – or even better, goose fat – until golden brown. Deglaze with 300g of chicken stock and 300g of whole milk. Simmer until tender. And blitz until smooth smooth smooth. Season with salt and white pepper to taste.

Serve piping hot. Preferably with a drizzle of truffle oil, more-than-a-drizzle of crème fraiche, and some butter-toasted croutons.

And in front of you will stand a bowl of the soup that is not just a soup; but a concentrate of winter, and kisses under the rain, and goodbyes that makes your perfect eye-lined eyes get a little more grungy.

8 thoughts on “On thunderstoms and first kisses – Caramelised Jerusalem artichoke velouté

  • Lucy April 14, 2012 at 7:13 pm

    That’s funny, I felt that too, last night. Your soup sounds lovely, thank you for the inspiration.

    No matter how far away we live, I think we’re somehow connected ;) Love.

  • Jeanette April 15, 2012 at 3:08 am

    as always Fanny, great gif animation!! you could be a writer with all your collections, really. :D

    Thank you so much Jeanette. x

  • Lucia April 15, 2012 at 1:10 pm

    Todai it rains, here in Italy. It smells like kisses, naps, books read by the fireplace and cats sleeping. It’s a perfect day for your soup, indeed!

  • marghe@lechatdesucre.com April 15, 2012 at 2:12 pm

    Beautiful! Beautiful soup, beautiful story, beautiful images! But…does it mean that you are going to leave London or I am reading too much into it? Lots of love to you, Fanny!

    Ooooh no. London forever. It’s just the end of something and the beginning of something new – and hopefully – exciting! xx

  • Dame Ccile April 16, 2012 at 5:46 pm

    Beautiful! your writing is like poetry, I’ve only discovered your blog recently and I’m looking forward to reading you soon.
    Take care

  • grand mère April 16, 2012 at 7:02 pm

    ah ah la soupe au topinambours, BISOUS G M ??? ET SES MONSTRES aujourd’ui s’est CALME +++++°°°°

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  • frances April 17, 2012 at 6:43 pm

    I have a feeling you only write to us when you are ill?! But your drowsy musings leave many exciting things to be anticipated, as ever. Bon courage! xx

    Haha perhaps that’s because the only time I actually have time is when I’m ill. Being a chef keeps you busier than you’d think. xx

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