As ya’ll know, Hallowe’en is my favourite time of year and along with the customary trick or treating, cow tipping and playing with my nuts at the cemetery, I always like to make a batch of Great Great Grandma Burrows’ Pumpkin Soup.
Now this is an old Burrows family recipe with southern flavour, which you may just find a little different to the norm. I guess each generation has added a little twist along the way. I think y’all will appreciate it when you make it this Hallowe’en.
Col. Jon’s Pumpkin Soup
Ingredients
2 tablespoons butter or margarine
1 large onion, chopped
1 jalapeño pepper, seeded and chopped
2 garlic cloves, minced
5 cups vegetable broth
1 large baking potato, peeled and chopped
1 1/4 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon chilli powder
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
1 (15-ounce) pumpkin
1/4 cup chopped fresh coriander
2 cups milk
3 tablespoons fresh lime juice
Garnishes: sour cream, fresh coriander sprig
Preparation
Melt butter over medium heat. Add onion, jalapeño pepper and garlic; sauté 15 minutes. Add broth, potato, salt, chilli powder and cumin; cook, stirring often, 30 minutes or until potato is tender. Remove from heat, and let cool slightly (about 5 to 10 minutes).
Process potato mixture, pumpkin, and coriander in a food processor or blender until smooth, ya’ll be sure to stop and scrape down the sides now.
Return to heat; stir in milk, and simmer 10 minutes or until thoroughly heated. Stir in lime juice. Garnish if desired.
Col. Jon Burrows. Conceived in the ghettos on the outskirts of Memphis. Hailed as the new face of the hood. Haikus to him can be found on underpasses, large rocks at public parks and the occasional idling limo.
Nearly all of the words he writes are spelled correctly, occasionally managing to format a page with a paragraph break. He once drove a tank and lives solely in hotel and hospital suites covering the windows in tin foil.
His epic autobiography, ‘Fuck You Buddy’, will hopefully one day be published, if someone in the literary world can decipher its sophisticated and convoluted message.
Dear Great, Great Uncle. We haven’t heard a word out’ta you in a coon’s age, you Silly Old Man! It was with powerful relief and surprise that I came across G.G.Great Grandma’s recipe! We thought it had been lost forever! Now I know you favor your beloved Memphis streets, but I implore you in all your kindness, to come visit us, your long suffering family, in Charleston. Let’s sit a spell on the porch and sip sweet tea. We can listen to your stories and watch the Citadel boys on the march. Be blessed, Colonel.