France packed a lot of soup into a short time and those soups were pulled off in style. We stumbled across a Bouillon, a soup specialty restaurant and throwback to the early 1900’s. We were warmly welcomed into the home of a friend’s parents with warm soup. We ate French Onion Soup in France.
We had 6 soups, but we’re breaking breaking it down into 3 posts (plus this intro) reflecting the three different locations where “imbibed” the soups.
We had soup number two in country number three. We visited a family friend in the Netherlands who made us some great meals with ingredients from around the world, like: jam from Greece, honey from Kazakhstan, herbal tea from Germany, and cinnamon from Oman. For a quick meal we had a store bought, but freshly made Indian lentil soup deliciously topped off with a few drops of Worcestershire sauce, some coarse salt, freshly ground pepper, chopped cilantro, and a good squeeze of lime juice.
We had our first soup of our motorcycle adventure before we even left our home base in Denmark. Aron’s step-mom, Sofie, made a fish stew, which everyone enjoyed including Aron who, almost entirely doesn’t eat fish. Quite an accomplishment.
We also had a mix homemade and other good breads. We should have grabbed a picture while there was more broth left, but dinner was ready on a beautiful evening in Denmark and we were hurrying to eat before the sun went behind the trees and our outdoor seating fell into shade.
This was one of those home dinner type soups that gets improvised with minimal quantification of ingredients, but it definitely included:
And I assume: