After the meal, when Andrew had stripped the carcass, I had a thought. Why waste it? So, I threw the carcass and the left over marinade spices into a pot with an onion, a carrot and a kettle full of water. This boiled away merrily while we watched Batman Begins and, happily, two hours later I had a pan of Guinea Fowl stock. This forethought proved to be a winner today. I met Katie for a cup of tea across town this afternoon and by the time I had trudged back home it was 8pm and I was cold and hungry and there was only one thing to do....Soup! The fridge yielded a small Butternut Squash and a carrot so I threw together this, a variation on my favourite soup:
Spicy Butternut Squash Soup:
1 BUTTERNUT SQUASH
1 CARROT
1 ONION
2 CLOVES GARLIC
2 TEASPOONS CORIANDER
2 TEASPOONS CUMIN
1 TEASPOON DRIED CHILLI FLAKES
1 TEASPOON CINNAMON
2 TABLESPOONS OLIVE OIL
GUINEA FOWL STOCK (although I actually prefer CHICKEN or VEGETABLE...)
WATER (as an after-thought)
WHITE WINE (as an even further after-thought)
I began by quartering the squash and scooping out the seeds (keep these to toast in hot oil and paprika and add to your soup at the end). Don't bother taking the skin off the squash - more trouble than it is worth! I also cut up the carrot, quite small. I pulled out my pestle and mortar and used this to mix the spices and then bash up the garlic cloves. This will create a crumbly paste. I decanted this into a bowl and added a tablespoon of olive oil. My squash and carrot were then tossed in this paste, seasoned, and loaded onto a roasting tin.
When I make this soup with chicken or vegetable stock I would always be happy to stop at this point - tasting for seasoning, of course. A quick taste of this, though, revealed that Guinea Fowl stock is seriously strong. I upped the water content, re-tasted...but it still wasn't quite there. I had a quick root in the fridge for inspiration which came in the form of white wine - leftover from the night before. A dash of this and I was happy - a deep, strong, spicy soup with a gamey after-taste that was as warm and filling as I had hoped. I ladled myself up a bowl, decorated with my toasted seeds and some coriander and ate a large bowl with some cheap supermarket-bought white bread and a glass of the self-same white wine. There is plenty left-over for Andrew when he gets home at midnight and even for lunch tomorrow. I wonder if it will get even stronger? Although it is unique, I think I prefer this recipe with chicken stock, guinea fowl stock is not for the faint hearted.
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