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Fresh Pea Soup

I have had this soup and now I have made it and its like I have died and gone to HEAVEN. Try it and enjoy.


olive oil
butter
1/2 white onion, finely minced
1 Knoor's Vegetable stock cube dissolved in 2 cups water
3 cups fresh peas (use frozen but thaw and rinse first)
Salt and Fresh Ground pepper
3 tblsp whipping cream
Place a dollop of olive oil in a sauce pan along with a knob of butter. When pan is heated stir in the onions and cook on medium heat until soft and clear. About 5 minutes. Add the stock and the peas, increase heat and bring to the boil. Cover the pan, reduce heat and simmer for about 20 minutes. Transfer to a blender and puree until smooth. Pour the soup through a fine mesh sieve (in batches) pushing the solids through with the back of a large spoon. Be sure to scrape off the soup from under the sieve. throw away remaining solids in the sieve. Repeat until all soup has been strained. Reheat until piping hot then pour into a wide mouth thermos and tightly seal. pour a little whipping cream into a small plastic bottle. After the soup has been poured into the mugs, drizzle a little swirl of the cream over the top.

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