Bacon Butternut Squash Soup

It seems that as soon as we hit September 1st the air changed and whatever hints of summer that had appeared throughout July and August were gone for good. But with the beginning of September also came perhaps my favorite seasonal produce of the year – pumpkins and squash.

In the States, one can buy a perfect butternut or spaghetti squash year round, thanks to greenhouses and large scale shipping operations. Here in Germany, it isn’t quite the same story, and there’s a window between September and December when one can get their pumpkin fix for the year. After my first bowl of Kürbiscremesuppe at a restaurant (and then my second just days later), I set out on a quest to recreate the creamy pumpkin soup at home. It turned out quite well, if perhaps a bit heavy on the cream, and I decided almost immediately thereafter to tinker with the recipe, remove the cream, and experiment until a happy medium was found.

This recipe was that second attempt – it’s nowhere near what I had at the restaurant, but I’ve been reheating it almost daily for four days now, and am really thrilled with the results.

Bacon Butternut Squash Soup
makes 8 to 10 servings

Ingredients
1 butternut squash (mine was 1.4 kg), peeled, seeded, and chopped into smallish pieces
200 grams bacon (I buy bacon that has been chopped into small cubes, but have never seen it for sale outside of Germany, so use what you have available)
1 medium onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, chopped
~6 cups chicken stock, or enough to cover squash
3 sprigs of fresh thyme
salt and pepper to taste

Cook bacon in soup pot over medium heat until nearly done. Add onion, garlic, and thyme to the pot and  sauté until soft. Add in butternut squash, salt, and pepper (I omitted salt, thinking that the bacon would provide enough, but would suggest you add some), and chicken stock. Allow pot to simmer until the squash is tender, about 8 minutes, and then put the mixture into a food processor in two batches. Puree until smooth.

Cherry Amaretto Crisp

On my way home from class this morning I made my routine stop at the grocery store to pick up a few edibles, and upon seeing the cherries available I found myself placing a bunch into my basket, even though I don’t particularly enjoy eating cherries. Don’t get me wrong – they’re good, but they’re not something that I actively seek out.

Today that mindset may have changed.

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Strawberry and Avocado Quinoa Salad with Raspberry Viniagrette

Last summer, during the sweltering days of July in Berlin, I lived on nothing but strawberries and cucumbers (and, perhaps the occasional turkish pizza from Bagdad on the walk home from Club der Visionaere). In mid June it finally gets warm enough in Germany for local strawberries to perfectly sweet and they become plentiful at farmers’ markets all over the city, replacing the cartons of berries shipped in from Spain and Portugal for months prior. When the first local berries began appearing just weeks ago, I snacked my way through 1 kg in less than 24 hours.

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Airports and funerals

I’m currently at terminal A20 at Boston’s Logan Airport, on the first leg of an 18 hour journey back to Berlin. The trip was almost completely unplanned – a last minute glitch.

On Sunday morning I got an email while on the phone with my parents that my cousin Ally had been in a car accident and that several relatives were headed to the hospital. Less than an hour later my mom called to let me know that Ally, who was pregnant, had not made it.

I dissolved into pieces pretty immediately and after taking care of the hedgehog, hopped on the first plane back to America that I could and did my best not to cry during the seven hour flight to Boston from Amsterdam.

The tears, however, were not so easy to stop once I was surrounded by family. Like my parents, my Uncle John and Aunt Di had two daughters, Ally and Erin. Ally was three and a half years older than Erin – I’m four years older than Sarah. Ally was every bit the proud older sister that I am, fighting through everything because you love one another so much.

The callings hours were really difficult. The funeral equally so. The family get together at my Uncle Chuck’s on Saturday less so. But everything is still hard. Nothing is back to normal, not that it will be anytime soon, and I’m already back at the airport, less than a week after arriving, heading back to my life in Berlin to take care of everything left behind.

This week I spent a lot of time thinking about a lot of things, being loved on my by mother and loving on the members of my extended family. I brought my boyfriend to his first gathering of my extended family, and then his second, and finally a third. Although it sucks that it had to be under such horrible circumstances, I think it may have made the whole experience of meeting my mother’s 6 brothers a little less scaring.

Last night my mom was on the phone with her college roommate, whose son’s first concern upon hearing of Ally’s death was “does that mean Uncle John won’t be funny anymore?”. I hope every single bit as much as he does that it isn’t the case.

My cousin Jon posted on Twitter of Facebook that he wishes we could just rewind this year and start over again. I’m tempted to agree. In October a hockey teammate and close friend of my sister’s died in an auto accident, and Ally passed this past weekend and I just got notice that a good friend (who consoled me on Sunday after hearing about Ally) lost his father yesterday, and another family friend passed away over the weekend.

Death sucks.

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It’s shortly after midnight on the day of my birth and I’m at home downloading 2.63 GB of chemistry textbooks. It feels like 21 should be bigger than it is – were I in the States it probably would be, but after living in Berlin for the better part of three years it sort of just feels like any other day.

It’s been freezing here for several weeks now, and we’ve received close to a foot of snow in the past seven days, so this afternoon I decided to do some baking. The gingerbread loaf-cake-bread-thing that resulted is among the best things I’ve ever cooked, possibly beat only by my chocolate chip cookies. Unfortunately the recipe I used as a guide made way too much cream cheese frosting, and I decided that eating the leftover frosting was a better use of my time than making an actual dinner and now I have a stomach ache that can only be related to sugar intake but I’m not actually going to complain about that since it’s a) my fault and b) was delicious.

My parents, by way of me and amazon.de, got me the first Alton Brown cookbook for my birthday. It came with fridge magnets that show where various parts of meat are on animals. It’s love between me and Alton, obviously. The Germans are obsessed with Jamie Oliver, but he will never feed my desire for the perfect mix of science and tasty.