To combat this misery we had pumpkin soup and rye bread for breakfast this morning. The pumpkin was a small one from the allotment which we deemed not worthy of saving over the winter. We have harvested a few pumpkins already but most are still on the plants in the ground and were, until the last few miserable days, apparently quite happily growing there. We might have to harvest them now we have had this wet spell of weather. We can usually manage to keep at least some of them well into the New Year.
Junko drizzled this soup with olive oil, which made it extra nice. Rustic soup, not finely liquidised.