Seems to be the season for dreams … last night I dreamt about making potato and onion soup. It consisted of a pan full of cold water (very large and deep so lots of it), 1 potato peeled and chopped and 1 onion, again peeled and chopped. And that is it! My mother looked at this soup I was making for dinner, said she fancied a “take out” and disposed of the “soup”. I went upstairs in “high dungeon”, packed my bags and walked out. Does that make sense.

I do have the strangest dreams, perhaps a potato recipe blog is just getting to me!