We’ve had some classic Autumn weather this week. Slap-in-your-face cold mornings that slowly give way to brisk yet bright days. The sunlight dapples through the trees, highlighting the changes in leaf colour – from green to yellow to almost red (it’s still a little early yet for the ‘proper’ Autumn shades). This area of Melbourne is blessed with many large, ancient (well I like to think they are) deciduous trees. No, they aren’t native, yet you can’t help but think that if they’re already there why shouldn’t we admire their splendour? Such days call for a bowl of piping hot soup, so warm that it fogs up your glasses (if you so happen to wear them) when you raise the spoon to your lips. Prior to a trip to Edinburgh (in August 2012, to be exact) I avoided mushroom soup like the plague. I mean mushrooms are fantastic, no doubt about it, but mushroom soup? No thank you, mister. That’s taking the dedication a little too far. Continue reading





