Sorry no recipe today folks, but if I really wanted to get a million viewers I should have started a gossip blog not a food blog. Seriously though we humans love us some goss!

But in lieu of a tasty treat I have something else to whet your appetite, and it is indeed a peek into my previous life in Hollywood. Tomorrow I’ll be back in the kitchen I promise!

When people find out about my prior life in entertainment they love to know who I met, worked with, socialized with etc and any and all of the most intimate details of said celeb. The one I get asked about most is Michael Jackson. Here is where I draw the line. Unlike some that have literally resurrected their dying careers by his death simply by having had some contact with him, well I won’t go there. The kicker is some of these people used to lambast him while he was alive, and now they talk about MJ like he was some sort of saint. I get the Irish way of not speaking ill of the dead, but at the same time, being two faced to get two bucks is just not right.

But I will share a story about another superstar, Tom Cruise. Whatever anyone says about him in the media, he is a lovely and kind person. I first met him when we were flying on a Columbia Pictures private lear jet together and he was sitting right next to me. His hair was long at that time (he had just finished working on a film called “Legend”). He was reading the script of his next film, which was “Top Gun”. We were on our way to attend the premiere of his then girlfriend Rebecca DeMornay’s movie “Slugger’s Wife”.

He wasn’t yet the big super star that we have come to know over the years. And I’m not even sure he was into his controversial Scientology mode. At least he never let on to me. But between our served airplane meal (which I have to say is pretty nice on a chartered jet) and our reading (I was devouring a book called “Your Child’s Self Esteem” and was 6 months pregnant with my second baby) we chatted about life. He was so open, friendly, and humble.

Not long after that back in LA he and Rebecca came for dinner. By then the film that brought them together, “Risky Business”, was a massive hit and catapulted them to stardom. I had seen the film as well and loved it. It had a very haunting tone to it and I have to say the characters they played were very believable. So believable in fact that I actually mistook Rebecca the person for her character Lana. If you haven’t seen the movie, you should. If you have seen it, see it again. A blast from the past! Besides showcasing the beautiful backdrop of my hometown of Chicago, Tom Cruise does his infamous underpants dance to “Old Time Rock n Roll” that is a must see!

Back to Rebecca and the dinner at my house…anyway, just after we finished eating dinner she excused herself to use the toilet. Since I had given them a tour of the house when they arrived she knew where the downstairs bathroom was but instead went upstairs to the master bathroom. Okay that in itself was strange, but then she was gone a long time! When I say long, I mean long! While she was gone I kept thinking of her character in the movie. Without giving too much of the movie plot away, she played a “hooker with a heart” but she had no problem helping herself to a thing or two that didn’t belong to her.

So while I chatted with Tom and poured his coffee maintaing the hostess with the mostess mode, I couldn’t help my silent anxiety and kept checking my watch (this was back in the day before my phone was my time keeper). Finally to my relief she came downstairs and slipped back into the dining chair with this lovely smile that had a hint of secret on the side.

Two seconds later I excused myself and ran upstairs. I literally rifled through my jewelry box, closet, medicine cabinet everywhere I could think of looking to see if any thing was missing. I actually thought she might have taken something.

It is quite embarrassing now to admit this. As a former actress myself I realize that we are paid to do a job. We create characters and then the audience suspends disbelief by accepting these people as indeed the characters. But when the screen goes black our imagination should go to sleep as well and accept that these people are playing a part. But I, hand to heart ,thought maybe she was playing so close to type that she might have stolen something.

I haven’t seen Rebecca over the years. And she has no knowledge of my concern over my belongings on that night. She might actually be amused rather than offended knowing she clearly did a great job!

I used to run into Tom from time to time when I lived in LA (its just that easy, trust me) and no joke he would give me a big hug and was as sweet and humble as the first time I met him. Ironically, though I never personally worked with him, several actresses that I knew and worked with did do films with him. Meg Ryan, Lea Thompson, and Elisabeth Shue might have an IMDB link with Tom, but he and I share a different kind of IMDB. ‘Cuz  I Made Dinner Before for him!

Oh, and just to say, nothing was missing from the house that night, except my common sense! But I never let on, because when I went back downstairs and slipped into my Susie Homemaker role I too had a lovely smile with a hint of a secret on the side!

Can you keep the secret?

YDP

P. S. In lieu of a recipe here are a couple of great restaurants to visit if you are ever in Chi town, just try not to dance around in your underpants for gosh sakes!

1. Alinea: Break the bank and book ahead for this gastronomic experience! The chef Grant Achatz’s 3 Star Michelin restaurant is dear to my heart because this man over came cancer of the tongue (can you imagine a chef not having his sense of taste) to continue his awe inspiring creations.
2. Frontera Grill: If you know me, you know my obsession with Mexican food. Rick Bayless is an institution in the culinary world and this place is Mecca for south of the border flavors.
3. Last but not least Deep Dish Pizza is a must if you are in Chicago, just take your pick! As they say, when in Rome….you gotta have some! And there are plenty of places to choose from, but the place credited with inventing it is Pizzeria Uno.

 

 

 

 

Have you ever heard that song by the Carpenters called “Rainy Days and Mondays“? Well today was both of those days in one! I had every intention of getting a multitude of things accomplished and life had other plans, which included some limes. But I was bound and determined not, as the song suggests, to let it get me down!

The story goes that I took our dog Stella out for a short walk to do her biz, and since one of the things I had planned to do was go to the gym, I was dressed accordingly. I didn’t bring my phone or purse,  just my keys and away we went. We got back home and when I put the key in the door it neither opened the door nor came out of the lock. It was literally frozen! I worked away at it for quite some time before I realized I was up a paddle without a creek!

Lucky for me I tend to think solution rather than problem. And also lucky for me that the property management office is nearby. So I went over to get some help. Their handyman couldn’t budge the key either! Next step, locksmith! But on a Monday morning the wait was a bit long (it took nearly 3 hours for your man to arrive). Because it was raining at this juncture Stella and I  couldn’t go for a long walk (in lieu of a workout), so we had to just hang out. No reading material, nothing to do but chill out sitting by the front door. Not a bother, ‘cuz I never ever get bored. I’m not joking, I can entertain myself for hours. For instance, I love to do some “mental time travel” thinking about the future, or reminiscing about the past. I also play word games where I take a word and think of all the other words you can make out of it. Last but not least there is always the old stand by, people watching…its amazing, but I think when you grow up poor you’re forced to be creative with next to nothing!

I wasn’t fussed or stressed but the fella at the property management was so worried about us. He never let his emotions show but I could tell by his behavior. For example, he gave me a tenner to get some brekkie (Stella had eaten before our walk but I hadn’t)  at the local cafe. Then he kept coming back over to the house to check on us and offer some sort of comfort (the use of his phone etc). I realized that there was nothing that my stressing out would accomplish so I accepted things. And I knew the day wasn’t going to be like I had planned. But oh well!

The good news is, I’m back inside and back in action at the computer typing away. The locksmith earned his pay doing some major surgery on the door. He had to cut the key and and dissect the whole lock. The culprit was a very tiny magnet that goodness knows how but lodged itself in the lock.  How long had it been in there he couldn’t say,  but today, on a rainy Monday, it decided to keep us locked out!

 

While I was waiting, I thought about a billboard I had seen in Dublin not long ago. Not only did it make me SMILE, but I played my word game and noticed that if you move the letters around a bit you get another word all together, LIMES. 

Now I’m about to offer up some total stereotypes, but just go with me here… in tough times the English are known to cope with a “stiff upper lip”, American’s tend to let the emotions flow, but I love the Irish mentality….when faced with struggles, they tend to smile and say “Sure it’ll be GRAND!”

So today, I am taking the LIMES life gave me and re-arranging them into a SMILE! And as a thank you to the fella at the property management office, I am baking some Lime Squares! I’m not kidding you, along with a good cuppa these indeed taste grand!

 

Ingredients

For The Crust:

4 tablespoons (46 g)  unsalted butter, melted and cooled, plus more for pan

2/3 cup (about 80 g) shelled pistachios

1 cup (4 ounces/118 g) graham-cracker crumbs, or you can use digestive biscuits (these can also be made with gluten free biscuit crumbs)

1/4 cup (54 g) sugar  (I use caster sugar, but granulated is fine too)

1 tablespoon grated lime zest (about 3 limes)

For The Filling:

2 large egg yolks

1 can (14 oz) sweetened condensed milk

1/2 cup (4 oz) fresh lime juice (about 3 limes)

Preparation

1. Preheat oven to 350 F/180 C degrees. Brush an 8-inch square baking dish with melted butter. Line bottom with parchment paper, leaving a 2-inch overhang on two sides.

2. In a food processor, finely grind pistachips with graham-cracker crumbs, sugar, and zest. Blend in butter. Press mixture into bottom and 1 inch up sides of prepared pan. Bake until lightly browned, 8 to 12 minutes. Cool crust, 30 minutes.

3. To make the filling: In a large bowl, whisk together egg yolks and condensed milk. Add lime juice; whisk until smooth. Pour filling into cooled crust; carefully spread to edges.

4. Bake until set, about 15 minutes. Cool in pan on rack; then chill at least 1 hour before serving. Using parchment paper overhang, lift out of pan, and transfer to cutting board. With a serrated knife, cut into 16 squares, wiping knife with a damp kitchen towel between each cut. (Recipe adapted from Martha Stewart)

 

You’ve got the key to my heart,

YDP

My husband always tells me that just because I have an idea in MY head doesn’t mean that anyone else has that belief. Okay, fair enough. But when I recently asked my 4 year old granddaughter if she has a special place she puts all the letters and cards I send her she said, “No I have to throw them away because mommy told me that it would be hoarding if we kept them.”

After I wiped a tear or two I thought about what hubby told me and did a bit of self analysis. You see I save every card and letter I ever receive. They are special mementos that I cherish. The reason being that I have literally nothing from my childhood. I wish I had a card or letter from my grandparents. But we had a fire just after just moving to a new house in Costa Mesa (or how some people refer to it as Costa Misery) and it all went up in flames. Apparently someone threw a party in our garage with cocktails (aka  Molotov Cocktails) and the rest was history.

I’m not a collector of shoes, clothes, beanie babies or any number of items people (including those close to me) like to hoard. My hoards of choice are greeting cards and letters I receive from loved ones. Thankfully I just read a great article by a writer for the New York Times who encourages others to celebrate their clutter and things. She says it is what makes us unique! Just as my eyes are blue and my skin is pale, my keepsakes too make me who I am!

Because I don’t have the luxury of treasuring a trunk of letters passed down to me from my grandma I suppose I assumed my granddaughter would be saving all the letters and cards I send her. Which is actually quite a lot ! I’m old school that way as I send a postcard from everyplace I travel. As well because I live half a world away from my family I am grandparenting in the modern age. So in between our visits I keep in touch via Skype, FaceTime, email and massive amounts of letters, cards and packages of goodies.

What keeps me buoyed, however, is my belief that we can keep precious moments alive in our memory by recalling them from time to time. I happened to be blessed with a near photogenic memory. Then again, some people think it is a curse as they can’t get too much bull past me! So I hope that my granddaughter can savor the sentiment behind all my cards and letters even if she can’t keep the real McCoy. She will always know how much I love her, think of her and try to make her life a bit more magical with her “Amma” in it.

Getting back to my memory of that blazey day, well it is far from hazy. I can recall every horrific moment. But what stands out most for me is the taste of my first tuna melt sandwich. You see in the chaos of it all an elderly woman, who was a neighbor that I had never met before (as we had just moved in) took me to her home for lunch. I was transported into a cocoon of kindness as she served me this delicious food and kept me calm chatting away while the muffled sounds of the sirens blared outside.

It wasn’t long before the police were knocking outside her door. After the blaze was put out there was panic as to where I might be. And when the officers took me back home I never saw this woman again. But I haven’t forgotten her and each time I make my tuna melt, which is often, I think about my angel unaware.

Ingredients:

1 can of “line caught” tuna fish

2 tbps mayonaisse

1 stalk of celery diced

1 carrot, peeled and grated

1 spring onion sliced

A handful of grated cheese of choice (Cheddar is most popular, but I use a hard Gouda goat cheese)

Sliced whole wheat bread

A bit of butter

Salt and pepper

Makes approx. 2 tuna melt sambos

1. Mix together the tuna, mayo, celery, carrots and spring onion until combined. Add salt and pepper to taste
2. Spread butter on the outsides of two slices of bread
3. Place one slice of bread (butter side down) into a frying pan over medium heat. Add a scoop of tuna mix and sprinkle with the grated cheese. Place the other slice of bread on top,  with the butter side up.
4. After a couple minutes when it starts to get golden brown, turn the sandwich using a spatula. Put a cover on top of the frying pan and cook another few minutes.
5. Serve and savor some great memories from your past!

Keep the memories alive,

YDP

My dad will always be my hero. He was a fireman. I haven’t met a single child of a fireman that hasn’t had the utmost pride for their father (or mother) to have such a selfless career. However, it was only after 9/11 that the world gained a greater appreciation for those that put themselves in peril to save another’s life. While people were fleeing the burning World Trade Center Buildings, where they went every day for work, the firemen were rushing inside towards the flames to do their job!

Because my mom and dad divorced when I was only five years old, my childhood memories of him are minimal at best. But the ones I do have are profound. My mother took us from Chicago to Southern California and kept us kids from having any contact with him at all. She wouldn’t even tell me his birthday. It must have been hard for him to lose his wife and kids. Coming from a large Irish Catholic family with loads of nieces and nephews I’m sure it was lonely on his own. But the firehouse was home and the other fireman were his family too. He poured his heart and soul into that. They would all take turns cooking meals for those on duty. My dad’s specialty was stuffed peppers.

One of the benefits of my getting married at a young age was being away from the control of my mom. While living and working  in New York I reached out to an aunt who lived in Pennsylvania, just a couple hours away. I asked her if she could contact my dad to see if we could get back in touch. When several hours passed I thought maybe it wasn’t going to happen. Finally I got a call from my dad who apologized for the delay. He said he was so emotional he waited until he stopped crying long enough to call me. He told me he always knew I’d be the one out of all the kids to contact him.

We had the most amazingly long conversation and funny enough my mom’s name was never brought up by either of us. We never looked into the past and only talked about the present and future. First on the agenda was when we would meet. He asked if that coming weekend would work for me to meet him in the Pocono Mountains. We had the best time reuniting and I felt like a dream had come true! From then on every time I flew from NY to LA I would pass through Chicago just to see him. Even if it was a short lay over he would come into the airport for a cup of coffee with me (that was before 9/11 and all the security).

Sadly I only had a few short years with him before he died in the hospital following a chemical fire. I was at his bedside in the ICU for a few days, one of which was his 46th birthday. I felt so lucky that I had this brave, strong, and incredible man for my father.  He assured me he was getting better, so not to worry and told me I should go back home to my husband and baby daughter. Typical, he was more concerned about me than himself. The day after I left he took a turn and passed away.

His funeral was something out of the movies. Actually, one movie in particular, Backdraft. The entire force was out in their dress uniforms. There was a firetruck parade from the church past my dad’s house on the way to the cemetery. There was such a downpour of rain that day, but not nearly as much waterworks as the tears. Looking back I am happy it rained as it’s an old Irish belief that it means you’ve made it to heaven! Besides, the other firemen teased saying my dad must have special ordered the weather only to see them get drenched as they weren’t allowed to use umbrellas in the procession.

Following his passing I did everything I could to stay connected to all things fireman related. I even thought about getting a job with the department until I met a female fireman. When I asked her how she did it she took one look at my petite self and said, “If I were you I’d do some upper body work.” Instead I got a big red GMC suburban truck and had CFDSS1, after my dad’s station, put on the license plate. I also joined our church’s volunteer fire brigade. And most importantly to this day whenever I see a firetruck pass by I wave and say “Thanks!” because you might be that stranger they come to help someday!

Since I don’t have my dad’s recipe for his famous stuffed peppers I’ve decided to include the Hemsley+ Hemlsey version. I recently met them at the Big Feastival and helped them with a spiralizer demonstration. Though my typically midwestern dad would probably laugh at a version without meat, this one is indeed tasty and quite healthy. So even if you aren’t a fireman, this will give you loads of strength to work on your upper body muscles if you choose!

Ingredients

2 large Romano red peppers (or 4 small ones) or the darker more rustic bell peppers (avoid the artificially huge pale varieties found in some supermarkets)
100g quinoa – soaked overnight or for 8 hours in double the volume of filtered water with a pinch of salt. Drain and rinse thoroughly before cooking. (If you can’t soak it, thoroughly wash and rinse the quinoa and follow packet instructions)
100ml homemade chicken bone broth (or good-quality vegetable stock) – if you can’t make your own buy organic, gluten-free stock (check for unwanted ingredients on the label/water
1 handful of green olives, pitted and diced – look for unpasteurised and traditionally cured
1 small red onion, finely diced
1 large pinch of dried thyme or 1 tsp of fresh thyme leaves
2 large handfuls of parsley, finely chopped, or you could use a mix of herbs like parsley, mint, dill or coriander
Juice of ½ lemon
A little fresh red chilli, sliced
Sea salt and pepper to taste
1 small handful of quality feta, crumbled or roughly chopped. For DF version, substitute feta with pumpkin and/or sunflower seeds.
Preheat oven to 200C.
Lay the peppers flat-side-down and slice in half lengthways – this makes a less wobbly base and makes them easier to fill.
Roast cut-side-up on a baking tray for 12 minutes.
Place the soaked and drained quinoa in a pan, cover with the broth or water and bring up to the boil. Simmer on a low heat for 12 minutes until the quinoa is tender.
Meanwhile, prepare the remainder of the ingredients. Combine them with the cooked quinoa and taste for seasoning – remember the feta will be salty.
Preheat the grill.
Stuff the pepper with the quinoa mix, top with crumbled feta and grill for 3-5 minutes until golden and bubbling. For Dairy Free version, substitute feta with pumpkin and/or sunflower seeds.

In selfless love,

YDP

If you know me at all you will know that beauty and fashion aren’t my top priorities. God, family, friends, and food are my focus. But I do have an amazing beauty secret to reveal that I think you will need to ponder for a bit. It is painless, simple to use, and the best thing is.. it’s free!

Since my last post focused on the “fountain of youth” it got me to evaluate this whole notion of beauty. It struck me that the true and honest definition of beauty is: BE  U to a T

These epiphanies come sometimes when I am out for a walk. Recently I passed these two bushes side by side.

And I wondered how it is that humans are so obsessed with their appearance and comparing themselves to one another. When I saw these bushes I thought do they look at each other and say “Like oh my God I totally want to get my leaves lightened like hers, I wonder if hers are natural highlights”.  Then I saw a rose bush next to some tulips and I thought do they say “I’m totally gonna go have my petals plumped like hers”.

Nature seems to accept themselves as is because a rose can’t be a tulip it can only be the best rose it can be! At what age does this dreaded desire to change one’s appearance strike? My four year old granddaughter seems to have the beauty secret! A perfect example of this was when she recently went for a haircut and the stylist offered to blow dry and straighten her hair. She politely said, “No thank you I like my curls just the way God made them!”

People ask me sometimes why I left “Hollywood” and do I not miss it? To be honest there was so much plastic surgery going on that it was truly frightening! Though I haven’t had any myself people actually asked and/or assumed I had since everyone else was doing it!  Everyday you see pictures in magazines (and websites devoted to this) of people who went in for a ‘nip and tuck’ and came out a botched mess! Yikes! I wouldn’t be surprised if research finds out in the not too distant future that injecting Botox (a botulism toxin, hence the name botox, hello) and fillers cause all sorts of other ailments! It paralyzes your facial muscles! Apparently people don’t want to actually show emotions such as surprise, happiness and love on their faces!?

Look, I’m not judging anyone that has done these things, it’s  just not for me! I am who I am, the way God made me. I can only be a better version of myself. Yes I try being healthy and of course make sure to groom (I do think it is important to bathe folks). But I have no regrets and I accept how God made me! And I have no regrets what my “meat suit” looks like after 50 years on earth! Even looking back I am so happy I didn’t get my broken nose fixed. Why? Because years ago my precious dog Jack  jumped up and bonked his head into my nose and broke it. He is no longer with us and I miss him everyday. He sadly passed away  after giving us 14 amazing years. And now every time I feel that little bump I think of him! Besides, truth be told, I would be scared to death to go “under the knife” electively! It is one thing if it is a necessity to get medical attention. But seemingly there are people who are actually addicted to having “work done” and each and every surgery, procedure, and injection doesn’t lead them to more happiness just more surgery, procedures, and injections!

It helps to change your thinking about “aging” to combat all the pressure. Even if a 50 year old (as I am ) gets work done to appear younger, they can’t get a face lift on their birth certificate! So I embrace aging enthusiastically! What mainstream media and current culture try to avoid by altering,  I like to use re-wording to alter perception:

I like to think of the lines on my face not as wrinkles but laugh lines and savor all the giggles that have gotten them there!

When I look at my tummy I choose not to look negatively on the stretch marks, but positively since they are a perk of pregnancy (a sort of mommy memory). And since I had  two babies, one  9lbs and another 10 1/2 lbs you can only imagine the perks I have going!

In the morning when I awaken and my body feels stiff I say, these are not aches and pains but more of a snap, crackle, pop that sort of acts as a time machine taking me back to all the dance parties and concerts from my youth. A rhythmatoid reminiscence, not rheumatoid arthritis.

In between visits to the hairdresser I notice not grey hairs but loving locks, as each change of color on each strand represents the care and concern for a loved one. Which shows me I must have many loved ones and lots of cares and concerns for them!

Though my vision is now a bit blurry, in actual fact I think I see more clearly and focus on the things that are important!

I encourage you to look at Beauty in this new way…. BE-U-to a T.  ‘Cuz no matter how hard you try you won’t be anyone else. You are indeed beautiful just the way God made you! The more you adopt this belief the happier you will be in your own skin!

Positively pretty!

YDP

Billions of dollars are made every year in the dieting industry. There is a new type of diet announced everyday. Yet as a whole, society is fatter than ever. I myself try to avoid anything with the word DIE in it, so I prefer to stay away from these things. But sure common sense says that if you move more and eat less you should be good to go. However, some people need a bit more structure when it comes to their health choices. Hence the plethora of diet books and fads. And I use the word fad just as it is meant to indicate, that it will come and go and years later research will show that the fad was actually not good for you in the long run.

The new “diet” on the scene these days is all about  how to eat to stay young looking and live longer. Maybe this is in defense of the seemingly cultural addiction to plastic surgery. Whether people get surgery themselves or obsess over what celebrity has had “work” done it is moving towards a tipping point. Certainly if one is eating better for their insides it must help the outside too. And likely it is cheaper than cosmetic surgery which I’ve heard the media go on and on about with regard to the astronomical costs.

I recently had the pleasure of sitting front row at Jamie Oliver’s cooking demonstration at the “Big Feastival” in the Costwalds. And while he prepared some amazing dishes, he was there more to promote his new book and ethos of eating: Superfoods!  While researching the book he encountered numerous people who have lived not only long lives, but also have lived WELL! And the upshot is pretty basic. Eat clean, whole foods with little or no processing to them. And of course  be mindful to get exercise, rest, drink plenty of water, and avoid an overabundance of sugar and alcohol. Which is kinda funny since Jamie arrived late to his own demo and apologized by saying he had just come from a meeting with Jack Daniels!

Everything in moderation, right?.!  A glass of wine (or some Jack) isn’t the end of the world and a bar of chocolate every now and again won’t break the scales. But there are indeed certain foods known to be SUPER foods: Quinoa, avocado, kale, blueberries, almonds and sweet potatoes to name a few. These foods have benefits of vitamins and antioxidants but with a jam packed concentration. And to get people to incorporate them into their regular home cooking Jamie and other chefs are making them user friendly and most importantly making them taste great with innovative recipes.

This is nothing new folks. My dear Irish countryman St. Brendan knew this hundreds of years ago. Legend has it that he lived to be 180 by eating a diet dominated by one of the first known super foods, watercress! Below I have shared a great Watercress Soup recipe. Not from St. Brendan himself, rather it comes from Darina Allen of the Ballymaloe Cookery School. I love how creamy and satisfying it is. Super delish as a starter in a cooler damp climate such as Ireland, but equally nice as a light lunch in a warmer climate like my former home Los Angeles.

This soup has a special place in my heart as it was one of the foods I made for my final exam when I was a student at the Ballymaloe Cookery School.  I still attempt to eat this on a regular basis because quite frankly it tastes great! But might it actually be the fountain of youth?!   I haven’t had any plastic surgery and just this morning a lovely older man of 72 didn’t believe me when I said I was 50. In fact he said I should go to confession for not telling the truth! Either he needed new glasses or hmmm, could the super foods be working? Fingers crossed for the later!

Watercress Soup

 Serves 6-8

45 g (1 3/4 oz) butter

110 g (4 oz) onion, peeled and chopped

150 g (5 oz) potatoes, peeled and cut into 1 cm cubes (1/2 in.)

salt and freshly ground pepper

600 ml (1 pint) vegetable or chicken stock

600 ml (1 pint) whole milk

225 g (8 oz) chopped watercress (coarse stalks removed)

crème fraiche and sprig of herb for garnish

 

1. Melt the butter in a large saucepan. When it foams add the potatoes and onions, season with the salt and pepper. Cover with a butter wrapper or piece of wax paper (to retain steam) and a tight fitting lid. Leave to sweat on very low heat for about 10 minutes while you prepare the watercress.

2.  Remove the lid, check if the onions and potatoes are almost soft but not colored, then     add the stock and milk. Bring to the boil and cook until the onions and potatoes are  tender.

3.  Add the watercress and boil with the lid off for about 4-5 minutes until the watercress is cooked. Do not overcook or the soup will lose its fresh green color.

4. Pour the soup into a liquidizer, blender or food processor (or use a hand held). Puree until smooth. Taste and adjust seasoning.

5. Garnish with a swirl of crème fraiche and sprig of herb and serve.

To long life and good health,

YDP

Note: Watercress soup photo cred www.inherchucks.com