Pumpkin Soup

I really REALLY like autumn: the colours, crispy cool weather and the feeling of home goodness in the food of the season. Right now, I think I live in the best place where to spend autumn and I went to Boston last weekend to see it at its urban best. I mean, look at this GORGEOUS doorway in Beacon Hill:

Which brings me to another subject, pumpkins. I’m a bit obsessed with pumpkins, even dressed up as an inflatable pumpkin a couple of years ago for Halloween. I love the colour, shape and infinite dishes one can make out of a pumpkin. My favourite, without a doubt is pumpkin soup, and here’s what you need:

Just boil all the ingredients chopped up until they’re thoroughly cooked and mashy, add a splash of milk and voila:

Thanksgiving

…or a tale about how I ate and ate and ate! The weekend, which I spent in Ottawa, was food-focused from the outset as this is the watercolour I gave my hosts:

It all started Saturday night, with an amazing dinner in the garden.

And the menu? Well, paella of course!

Sunday arrived, and we thought it best to have an early brunch (again outside) and then starve ourselves the rest of the day until Thanksgiving dinner.

Note: I did not starve myself and ate at least 3 tarts (butter, raspberry and apple/rhubarb)… Anyway, Thanksgiving dinner was a feast. Actually, it deserves a capital “F”: Feast. Turkey, stuffing, squash, turnips, parsnips, mashed potato, cauliflower cheese, greens, gravy, gaahhhh….!

All of it eaten outside, of course.

There was also a little counter dedicated to drinks.

But I digress, back to the food and this time it was dessert time: pumpkin pie and an assortment of tarts (i.e. the few that were left after I raided the kitchen).

One would think that the following day I’d be so full that I really wouldn’t want to eat much. WRONG!! We had brunch the following day: scrambled eggs with green tomatoes and peppers, leftover turkey and… yeah… more tarts!

The eating continued throughout the day: fish and chips for lunch and then Thanksgiving leftovers for dinner. Needless to say, I feel like Mr Creosote, from the Monty Python’s Meaning of Life..

Caramelised garlic tart

How obsessed am I with Ottolenghi‘s caramelised garlic tart? VERY. I bought his latest cookbook because I just loved the cover. Makes me want to eat aubergines forever. But back to the caramelised garlic tart. I’ve only made it twice but the second time I made it I had almost half of it leftover. It’s not that my guests did not like the tart, no, it’s that I made the same size tart for half the number of guests so there’d HAVE to be leftovers. Very cunning indeed.

In the current edition of Uppercase, the work of Australian artist and crafter Dawn Tan is featured. She too is a foodie and has made an art out of it. Her paintings of recipes are absolutely gorgeous and it took me 1.3 seconds to come up with the idea of immortalising the garlic tart recipe forever: in a Dawn Tan fashion! The final product is below, and even by looking at the watercolour, I am starting to get hungry again…