It's been years since I made this stew. And I don't think I would have survived my uni days in Sydney without it.
I never opted for the job but it seems like I used to cook for my whole class! In those days as a student, I used to run up 350 dollar grocery bills. No wonder I had to work multiple jobs!
But when moolah was lean and the weather was cold, this was one of those soups that I would always turn to.
Rustic almost reminiscent of peasant food, it's marvelous in that it uses excellent 'ruffage' as my Mum likes to call it - savoy cabbage and big swiss chard leaves all shredded up, a handful of rice and simmered together in a big pot until all soft and swollen.
At this point the soup is pretty much blah but makes a swift turn around and goes from boring to fragrant as soon as lovely pesto hits the pot. I can't lie - I didn't used to make my own pesto those days and a quick run to the Italian delicatessen down the road was my quick fix.
Now things are a little different and I think that there is no second to homemade pesto.
A light, wholesome, fragrant and wonderful soup with thick slices of rustic bread, slathered up with some rich Irish butter, not so blah, now is it my friends?!