God, I really love a good soup.
My favourite is parsnip, I think - I make loads through the winter. I tend to make a huge batch and freeze it to eat through the year.
When I was younger, we used to be friends with a family in the French Alps, and the mother made my favourite soup in the world ever. It was just vegetable - she cooked up whatever was in the garden and whizzed it up, but I've never quite managed to recreate the taste and the texture. It was so simple, but SO delicious with a bit of Tomme cheese cut into it so it went melty, and a hunk of crusty baguette to dip in and to wipe the bowl with afterwards. Oh god, I'm having a lovely little reminiscing fantasy here... I might have to have another recreation attempt this weekend.