It was a nasty rainy cold miserable day outside today. I think I've mentioned that already. Since I could not face the amount of soaked to the bone a long walk with a camera would involve, I puttered. I made another batch of ginger ale, invented (mediocre) cookies, cleaned out the fridge, did laundry went grocery shopping, and then I made soup. I had planned on a bean soup. (Having had enough of pureed soups made from orange vegetables for a while.) I had bacon that needed using. I had quick cooking dried beans. I had onions. I had shallots. I had carrots (I'm in the bad habit of buying baby carrots sticks when they're on sale and then forgetting them). It was going to be great.
I fried the bacon. I chopped the onions and shallots. I opened the recently discovered pack of baby carrots intending on using a handful. They had roots. They had bulbous orange excrescences that were the beginning of roots. They had foliage. Clearly they all needed to be cooked now.
So I made carrot soup instead. A quick online search turned up all sorts of exotic carrot soups, all calling for ingredients I didn't have. I surveyed the ingredients I did have. So it's carrot soup with bacon, cumin, coriander, and new mexican green chili. It's really good. But it's also pureed.
The orange vegetables win again.