Received wisdom has it that in order to make soup, you need to start with stock. But according to the domestic science teacher in the first and only cookery lesson I had at school, this is not so.
We were to make soup. We chopped up some onions, carrots, celery and turnip, and put these in a saucepan with a pint or so of water, some salt and white pepper. I remember the white pepper vividly. It was, of course, the only pepper we knew at the time. And then we boiled and boiled. I took the result home in a thermos flask, knowing that praise would not be heaped on my head for this little creation. Soup was popular at home, but this was not considered soup. Thereafter, I transferred to needlework lessons, and learned to make soup under my mother’s supervision.