It’s 13 degrees out there, it’s dull, it’s getting dark and yes, folks, it’s 12th June. It’s Ireland. Summer appears to have come – for a week or two in May – and then gone.
I am exhausted after working with my editor at Ward Wood Publishing on the final finishing touches to my debut novel Happiness Comes From Nowhere which went to print yesterday. Exhausted yet, of course, delighted. I didn’t crack open the champagne or go mad celebrating. Instead, I started organising my writing:
where am I with all my notebooks, my canvas bags full of notes, my unfinished novels…where are my heart and my head at?
I’ve lots of reading and thinking to do. This will slow my pace down. This is good. Unconsciously I’ve already started this – I’m back cooking things, long and slow.
I made Mervyn’s Roast Tomato Soup again and am delighted that author Ruth Joseph and publisher Kyle Books have kindly given me permission to reproduce this recipe.
For the dreary day that’s in it, for the time of year that’s in it, this soup has it all – it’s fresh, tasty, bright and comforting.
And, of course, it feels a little bit special. And for me, celebratory, even.