I thought about calling this post “Conor’s Favourite Soup”. It is, in fact, his favourite and most asked-for soup, despite my best efforts to convert him to whatever new soup I bring out of the kitchen. His longtime response, “They can’t all be my favourite!,” might just be one of the wiser things I’ve heard spoken in my life. I suppose I should simply be content with his passion for this soup rather than continually try to tempt him with a new favourite. The point is, as much as this soup is inextricably linked to Conor in my mind, naming it after him does little to inform you lovely people of the aromatic magic happening within.
Let’s take a trip to flavour town, shall we?