Soup Season.

Probably like most people, I'm a creature of habit; salads in Summer, soup in Winter.

It's not yet cold here; a bit miserable on occasions, but not cold. When Winter really begins, a bowl of hot vegetable soup is extremely comforting. We only eat soup at lunchtime, followed by a small amount of charcuterie, cheese, and fruit.

Lunch here is known as La Soupe, and the tradition will be adhered to until about April. It saves having to think about what to eat at mid-day!

I should add that my soup is always eaten with a good drizzle of Olive Oil and either a sprinkling of pepper or cumin. This takes your soup into the arms of the angels.

Writing about soup makes me think of poor Weaver in hospital with her broken hip. Just in case she should read this, I send her my very best wishes.