On these warm summer days, what could be more refreshing than serving a beautiful cold soup?
iPhone photo by M. Hanson
This soup could not be easier. It requires only a few minutes of cooking and a blender. The nasturtium flower shown is completely edible, and gives such an elegant presentation. Its delicately-crunchy peppery taste is perfect for this recipe, and what a color combo! Makes a lovely, light first course at a ladies’ luncheon.
SPRING PEA SOUP
Requires a blender
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
Small Vidalia or other sweet white-fleshed onion, diced (about 1/2 cup)
1 (12 oz. to 16oz.) bag frozen spring peas or frozen baby peas
2 1/2 cups chicken broth
1/2 cup fresh mint leaves (no stems), rinsed.
1 cup crème fraîche, divided (recipe follows, so easy but takes 12 hours to set up)
In a medium fry pan, sauté onions in butter over medium heat until soft and golden but not brown, about 10 minutes.
In a medium large pot, pour in chicken broth and bring to a rolling boil.
With broth fully boiling, add cooked onions, then peas.
Bring back to a boil and cook for 2 or 3 minutes more. Peas should still be bright green. Remove from heat.
Working quickly, so that the pea mixture does not continue to cook and fade color, add about 3/4 cup of pea/broth mixture to blender. Place top on blender. Whirl a few seconds. Add mint leaves, salt and pepper. Place top on blender. Whirl again. Add another 3/4 cup broth mixture and whirl until smooth. With blender running, and with blender lid on but opened,
SLOWLY stream in remaining broth mixture, making sure that warm broth does not splatter. Blend until very smooth and velvety. Stir in 1/2 cup crème fraîche. Chill.
Before serving, drizzle with more crème fraîche.
Makes about 8 appetizer servings.
Crème fraîche recipe
(So easy you’ll never buy expensive ready-made again)
One cup heavy cream (supposedly the ultra-pasteurized brands do not work)
2 tablespoons buttermilk
That’s it. Stir together in a glass canning jar, and screw lid on.
Put in a warm place (I put under my kitchen counter-top lamp with the light on) for 12 hours until thickened but not solidified. Stir again until smooth and refrigerate up to 10 days. If mixture has become too thick, it can be thinned with a little more cream. Stir again before drizzling.
Ready for lunch!
To followers of “Southern Charm” on Bravo, or aficionados of Charleston, you will recognize the second photograph immediately, if not the first.
I assume that decorator Mario Buatta suggested the striking green for the new shutter color. Bravo, indeed.
What do you do when a long-time friend tells you that the clock she recently inherited is going to be part of an exhibit opening in the American Wing at the Metropolitan Museum?
‘The Artistic Furniture of the Gilded Age’….the American period from the late 1870s until about 1900.
And, that she is inviting me to attend the gala preview party at the Museum?
Well, you hop on a plane and get to New York, that’s what!
How many opportunities in life will there be to sip a cocktail and nibble caviar hors d’oeuvres with 200 museum patrons in the gorgeous Charles Engelhard Court of the museum? And, then have a private after-hours tour of the exhibit?
Here are some highlights of that magical evening.
This is the model of a New York City townhouse of the Gilded Age period, just off Fifth Avenue. This beautiful manse was demolished in 1938. Sadly, other similarly situated houses as elaborate and historically important as this one also have been razed in the name of progress.
Richly carved, dark or inlaid wood, and heavy, elaborate fabrics ruled the interiors of the day. Here is the piano in the exhibit, which was rescued from a church basement. It still has the original strings!
Two stained glass window panels, representing Morning and Evening, are stunning.
My friend, a native Alabamian living in Houston for years, by nature is curious and detailed (she is also very smart, as her C.P.A. designation attests).
Once she began researching the very unusual wall clock, she felt like it had a measure of importance. Here is the clock, so special and integral to the exhibit, that the director of the American Wing flew to Houston the next day after my friend called to tell him what she thought might have.
Let me backtrack a moment, now that you have seen the clock. The clock was actually inherited by a friend of my friend, who did not have a place for it. It was given to my friend, knowing that she adored the father who owned the clock, and out of generosity.
Truly, the clock is so ornate, and of such scale, that it needs just the right place to hang. And, I must say, it was sincerely offered back to the original family once its true provenance was learned.
After the clock was in the hands of museum curators, careful examination with mirrors into the clock’s movement yielded proof that the clock was signed Tiffany. This was very exciting news for both the museum and my friend! Furthermore, a surviving Tiffany logbook from the period records the exact serial number (only nine are known to have been made, this was the ninth) and a price of $187.50!
For some reason, George A. Schastey, one of the most important interior designers of the day, is not now a household name. His chief rival, the Herter Brothers Company, is more widely recognized, and also represented in this fascinating, strictly American exhibit.
Mr. Schastey’s great-great granddaughter was an honored guest at the exhibit, attending with her husband of 58 years!
A night to remember!
Thank you, dear friend L.B.D. for including me.
‘Tis the season!
On a whirlwind trip to New York, I had to play tourist and snap a few window photos.
A few diamonds with your gingerbread?
So many beautiful windows to see!
This little guy has chosen his home right outside my kitchen window. Always tippy top of the squirrel’s tail, that is his favorite perch. He is there almost every day, many times a day. It is fun to have something to look at outside, a nice focal point. This is my own secret focal point, because you can’t even see this from the street. You would have to walk up the drive and look behind the hemlock tree. Mister has been enjoying the dozen or so shelled, raw peanuts I set out for him every few days. What should I name him?
Camellias, the state flower of Alabama.Here are my first “White by the Gate” of the season, stems trimmed short and then floated in a vintage Wedgwood jasperware gardenia bowl (very shallow), which I found on eBay for
a song. Doesn’t it go nicely with an old tea-set my husband inherited from his Gammy?