Cauliflower cheese soup



 Today marks the Spring Equinox here in the uk.

  From now on we can look forward to lengthening days and as from next weekend, when the clocks go forward, lighter evenings.

There are daffodils, primroses and hellebores flowering in the garden; and on the allotment, buds on the plum tree and forced rhubarb nearly ready to pick. 

But, despite the signs of spring outdoors, in the kitchen we are still very much in winter produce mode.

If the recent shortages of certain vegetables, such as red peppers and tomatoes, has taught me one thing, it is to make the most of the seasonal winter vegetables available.

And so here is a recipe for a smooth and velvety soup, using a winter vegetable, grown not that far from here in the Lincolnshire Fens; a classic combination of cauliflower and cheese turned into a soup.



Wishing you all the joys of spring!

Speak soon 

Annie 
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  1. JuliaMarch 20, 2023 at 5:54 PM

    Happy first day of spring! I'm hoping warmer weather isn't far behind. We set our clocks forward the weekend before last and I'm so enjoying the longer, brighter evenings.I love cauliflower and cheese together! Your soup sounds delicious. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. annieMarch 25, 2023 at 3:47 AM

      Thank you Julia. Cauliflower and cheese are a classic combination aren't they?

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