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Well, actually, it's not pea green soup. But I always think of that line from whichever of the Bagthorpe saga books (definitely one of the first four, when Daisy the terror of a toddler (well, just older than toddler, but it alliterates better :-) ) starts experimenting with water, in her Flood stage.) when thinking of soup.

Anyway. Yesterday after the pancake extravaganza (thanks,

zzbottom!), I was back at home, it was overcast, chilly, rainy. Definitely soup weather, and I decided on vegetable soup, since I had just gotten more veggies (thanks,

queue!). Of course, since I never did manage to find a recipe, this could also reasonably called scavenger soup, or whatever permutation you like (Dad calls it garbage soup, which is not quite the term I'd use...).

So I sauteed some onions, added some cloves of garlic, a large sweet potato (no white potatoes - I'd forgotten to get any. At least it means I can freeze leftovers, if there are any.), half a container of mushrooms, a large carrot. Then added a box of the organic veggie broth, since I had it hanging around. A couple of handfuls of wheat berries. Some filtered water. Later on, a box of frozen chopped spinach. Much simmering. After all the veggies got companionable, I made some rivels with flour, egg, oregano, salt, and parmesan, then put them in too. (Rivels are a flour-and-egg sort of impromptu dumpling substitute, gotten from a Frugal Gourmet cookbook years ago. I love starchy things in soup, except pasta, which gets mushy in an unhappy sort of way.)

This morning I had some for breakfast. Other than needing a touch of salt, I'm pleased with the results. Hooray for improv cooking.

[Side note: I also made rice pasta for the first time last night. It's pretty good (shells with cheese. yum.).]