Soupe de la poubelle

When Llara and I lived on The Riverway in Boston, Friday nights were garbage soup nights.

I would sauté onions, add bullion and whatever leftovers from the week existed, blend it, heat and add cream. That and a salad would be dinner. They were wonderful meals, but of course, it was never the same twice because the leftovers were never the same.

At first we called it garbage soup, but later decided to use the French, soupe de la poubelle. Tasted even better with the fancy name.