Recipe – Courgette and Wild Garlic Soup

courgette and wild garlic soup

Today it seems we’ve gone back in time and back to the gloomy days with too low temperatures, which made me want to whip up a nice warming soup. I’m not going to dig my knits and winter coat back out just yet but this soup made today a little cosier with its spicy kick.

So it here goes, it is super easy and if you don’t have wild garlic, just use normal garlic.

What you need

For 2 people

  • 2 courgettes
  • 1 medium potato
  • 1 onion
  • A handful of wild garlic
  • Half a red chilli
  • Veg stock cube
  • Sunflower oil
  • 1-1.5 litres of hot water
  • Salt

How to make it

As I said, this is super quick and super delicious, a right little heart warmer.

Heat sunflower oil in a pot, add chopped onions and chilli and fry on a low heat.

Chop the potato and courgettes into cubes and add them to the pot, adding a good pinch of salt, stir it and put on the lid to sweat the vegetables. You may need to increase the heat a little.
Sweating your veggies releases more flavour. Don’t be alarm if you char the veggies a little, but make sure you don’t burn them too much.

Chop the wild garlic roughly and stir it in, letting everything sweat for a further minute.

If you have a kettle, bring the water to the boil. Add the veg stock cube and water. Check that it isn’t too liquid as when you’ll blend it, you don’t want it to be too watery. If it is too thick, you can always add water when blending it.

Let it boil on a medium heat for about 10 minutes.

Blend with a hand mixer or in a blender and enjoy!

Family time from London via Berlin to Leipzig

Last weekend I had a bit of a whirlwind family tour. I thought, before venturing off to our six months travel, it would be nice to see some of my family, especially both sides of my grandparents.

I hadn’t seen my paternal grandparents for quite some time, so I was looking forward to seeing them, talking to them and finding out more about what has been going on in their lives now that they are both in their early 80s and are about to embark on a major life-changing journey, which is move to an assisted living home away from where they have been living for the vast majority of their lives. I was curious how this decision came about and how they felt about it because I know how set they are in their routines and their way of living. It wasn’t easy having this conversation with them, for one, because we hadn’t seen each other in a while and there was some catching up to do; also because they generally don’t talk in much detail about this kind of stuff.

The next day, I spent with my maternal grandfather. We talked about all kinds of things, present, past and future, almost all day long. His behaviour and our conversations showed me a different approach to life, also being in his 80s. I find it interesting experiencing time together with the two sets of grandparents in ways that are almost opposite to one another. I know people are unique, and cannot be compared like for like, but it got me thinking about change.

Some don’t want it, don’t embrace it and hold on to memories regardless of what is happening around them now or what is happening with them physically and mentally. Naturally, change can be tough and problematic. But change can also mean opportunities and new discoveries that open your world even more, regardless of your age and challenges.

When being with my paternal grandparents, there was a lot of story telling about the past, remembering the times when they were young working professionals in the former DDR, when my dad was in the army or when I was a child spending holidays and weekends with them. I know that we don’t see each other often and that these stories and experiences are important to them now. It is what they hold on to to get through life. At the same time, I feel that it is the past they hold on to and are missing out on the present.

Equally, there was some story telling with my maternal granddad. He gave me a report he found about this aunt’s family and what happened to them during World War II. He also remembered some instances including my grandmother when she was still around. With those stories, also came curiosity about current world events, new foods to try and the stubbornness to want to do it all still by himself.

Again, there are different reasons for why people are the way they are. There is also certainly a lot more to all the stories and lives of all of my grandparents than could ever be laid out in one blog post (let alone in one book), but I find it interesting how differently people view the past, how their learnings from certain past life experiences affect their current behaviour and approach to living, no matter how old they are, and also how it affect us, younger family members.

I think there is so much more that can be said about this and again, I am scratching the tiniest surface, but it is so fascinating as it defines how their children, children’s children etc. go about their lives, question decisions and behaviour and then adapt to how they, a.k.a we (a.k.a I) go about my live.


Berlin Tempelhof



Summer was here for 3 days a.k.a the grill marathon

Dick and Isa

I know this is the third post dedicated to the blooming sun, but you know, it’s just making people happier when she is around. And because it gets as hot as it did last week kinda once a year in the UK, we went all in, like grilling every day, lunch and dinner, kinda all in. To be fair, our grill is not the all around coal burning kind one can spend an entire day preparing. We opted for the easy peasy come on my plate to my belly right away experience with an electric grill as of last year. For anyone ruffling their nose right now, it’s easy to clean, it requires exactly 10 minutes until it’s hot enough and anyone in vicinity won’t be cursing over fences or worry about smoky laundry.

Have I mentioned how quick it is? We got a few more vegetables and threw anything that could be grilled on it. We were basically in veg, halloumi and pitta bread heaven for 3 days. It’s amazing how everything just tastes better if you add halloumi to it, char some vegetables and have the sun shine on your noggin.

Dick and sun
Dick and Isabell

A spring Saturday in April


Well, doesn’t this feel a little silly to post photos of a spring Saturday on a day that actually feels like summer. 26 degrees Celsius, last I checked!

I was going to write about how lovely the weather was, first time in ages the sun was out, about how I felt like utter sh*t and being pumped full of Lemsip (today much better though, thanks) and still got up to go to a conference that, with husband in tow, we abandoned after one session cause the SUN WAS OUT.

So instead we decided to take a stroll back home along the Thames via some lunch. We have never been around the area between Fulham and Putney and it is rather nice, especially with the SUN out. We repeated “Oh the weather is so nice” about a bazillion times, like you do, in proper English fashion.
Talking about fashion, I was still rather wrapped up in cashmere jumper, coat and scarf and only started to get proper warm about half way home.

Well thanks weather and sun for this mini heat wave and a Saturday that was gorgeous leading up to today, I suppose.

The Gate


Between Fulham and Putney



Putney Bridge

London bus ride

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