Words by Iona Judd
I recently returned home from a trip to 37°C South Africa, which coincided with a brief heatwave in the UK. I had visions of parks hazy with disposable BBQ smoke and men lining up to prod a sausage authoritatively around a grill. I touched down to a cold, drizzly and miserable London reality. And whilst I mourned for the heat, it did turn my mind to something warm and comforting: Soup.
Discussing this with my boyfriend, his reaction was “But soup isn’t very sexy.” So here I am on a mission to correct that train of thought.
It’s true, when Brits think of soup, we immediately imagine someone wrapped up like an onion in the depths of winter. Layers of jumpers, perhaps a scarf, definitely a pair of thick socks. But if we forget about the season that soups are synonymous with in the UK, and instead think of the flavours, they can be incredibly sexy.