It is a cold day, so I will make some soup,
The split peas are soft from soaking all night,
I will put on the bacon hock to cook,
A big, fleshy bone that will take an hour;
Later I will add onion and carrot,
No salt, but plenty of pepper to taste.
Of course, it is all a matter of taste,
Some people might prefer a sweet soup,
But with so much sweetness in the carrot,
Any more and my teeth would ache all night,
Though some may eat sweet stuff by the hour,
I try to avoid too much when I cook.
I am not really a very good cook,
I do not have a great sense of taste,
I am inclined to daydream by the hour,
I may not notice the taste of the soup,
Until I serve it later in the night,
And find I have used far too much carrot.
Split pea soup does not really need carrot,
But I like to change some things when I cook,
So the split peas that were soaking all night
Will have carrot added to their taste,
To make it a slightly different soup,
That might be sold in a shop in the lunch hour.
The bacon bone must have cooked for an hour,
I will add the onion and the carrot,
Then the split peas to thicken the soup,
Give it twenty-five minutes more to cook,
That is when it will need a final taste,
Before it is served up later tonight.
Hot soup will be welcome on a cold night,
And it is very cold at this late hour,
I am satisfied it has a good taste,
It is not overpowered by the carrot –
Sometimes I can get lucky when I cook –
So we can look forward to nice hot soup.
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2020
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