As I believe I’ve mentioned, I was on a jury for months. Then. I was hit by a very drunk bimbo idiot wrong-direction really-fast-speeding almost-killing-me-and-Super-Zoe driver; and so therefore couldn’t walk for months.
Then. I worked with someone in a professional setting who legally changed his name to Dr. Cat and answered the telephone, “Meow.”
I’ve seen things, people. Things you wouldn’t understand. Things you couldn’t understand. Things you shouldn’t understand. So I’m not scared of the odd experience.
However, when someone suggested I try curried pumpkin apple soup, I was afraid.
For fairly obvious reasons, I had a few problems with this suggestion. Pumpkin. Apple. And Soup. Three things that are usually completely fine on their own, but together, not so normal. Kind of like The Blue Man Group.
Plus, then there’s curry. Hate. Hate. Well, hated. Forever I hated curry. But then, thanks to the aforementioned drunk bimbo and a fantastic resulting head injury, it seems I began to actually crave the stuff. Crave it. And I have no idea why. But after the wreck, curry, my former enemy, was all I wanted to consume.
So. I tried this.
4 Macintosh apples – peeled, cored and chopped
1 tablespoon butter
1 onion, finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, crushed
1 tablespoon curry powder
1 teaspoon ground cumin
2 cups chopped fresh pumpkin
4 cups chicken broth
1 cup water
1 teaspoon white sugar
Melt butter in a large saucepan over medium heat. Add onion, garlic, curry, and cumin; saute, stirring often, until onion is soft and fragrant. Stir in apples, pumpkin, broth, water, and sugar. Bring to a boil, stirring often. Cover, and reduce heat to low. Simmer for 25 minutes, stirring occasionally. Puree soup in a food processor or a blender. Return soup to saucepan; reheat, covered, over low heat.
And oddly enough, it was really good.
So it’s become a Autumn tradition. And it always makes me think a bit. This, and really anything featuring my once spicy adversary, reminds me of how thankful I am to experience the everyday adventures of this life, on the other side of my crash course in curry appreciation.