As it was raining yesterday, and I mean really raining, I decided it was due time for me to try to whip up the selfsame dish which I was served upon my very first visit to the home of Emily’s parents: leek and potato soup.

Knowing the competition, I scoured the Internet for the perfect Nigel-beating leek and potato soup recipe. When I happened upon one hosted at bbc.co.uk, I looked no further. Fight English with English.

If you’ve taken a peek at the recipe by now, you’ll notice that it’s really straightforward. Leeks, onions, taters in a pot. Add veggie stock. Simmer. “Whizz” with hand mixer. Add heavy cream (or crème fraîche). Heat through and serve with crusty bread.

“How does this compare with your Dad’s, baby?”

“Not quite as good I’m afraid.”

“Really?”

“Yeh, I don’t think he adds cream to his.”

“I like the cream.”

“Me, too; but I still think his is better.”

I beg to differ. =)

Sir Nigel D, you are hereby challenged to a leek off.

PS. Do you add cream (or crème) to yours?