Since I have written about the TLC Soupfest for the past three years (2013) (2014) (2015), I was not really planning on doing it again. But here I am, about to tell you what happened.
This was the 8th annual Soupfest, and I've been to at least seven of them, if not them all. The event was originally in Winchester, but moved to Kemptville several years ago, and will be held there next year, on March 4th. Mark your calendars now.
The Kemptville Municipal Centre has enough space to feature 16 restaurants and their soups for the public to get acquainted with, and then vote on their favorites. Restaurants this year were from Merrickville, Morrisburg, North Gower, Perth, Manotick, and of course, Kemptville. I didn't see any advertisement for the event this year, until just the week before, so it was a bit of a scramble to gather those who usually go with us.
While we were happily doing our taste testing, the organizer, Lynn Ford, was speaking to the assembled group about the event. She asked how many of us had been coming for several years, and a lot of hands went up, including those of everyone at my table. She then asked if anyone would care to say a few words about their experiences at Soupfest. For some reason several members of my group decided to suddenly point at me. I laughed and responded to them by saying, "Oh ya!" Lynn apparently heard that but must have thought I was volunteering as she handed me the mic. Oh well, I do tend to talk a lot, so I stood up and told everyone how my husband and myself came each year with a couple of his cousins and their spouses. We always find it fun to compare opinions on the various soups, as we never, ever agreed on which ones we liked the best. I mentioned that I have even brought my young grandson to the event a couple of times. He enjoys being able to make his own pronouncements on the various soups, and voting for his own personal favorite. Soupfest is indeed a great family outing. For speaking, I was awarded a souvenir Soupfest apron, that I happily traipsed around in from the moment she put it on me until we left. I felt like a bit of a celebrity. I have since read that public speaking is the number one fear people have. I can't vouch for that as I didn't have time to conger up a fear, let alone figure out what I wanted to say. I only hope whatever came out of me made some kind of sense.
I must say, that if it were not for Soupfest, there are a great number of soups I would never have even tasted, simple because of their ingredients. No way would I ever have walk into a restaurant and buy whole bowlful of soup made with things that do not sound appealing to me. But now I've sampled many of those, as a little taste and a chance to express my opinion isn't as intimidating as having to pay for a whole bowl of something I may not care for. I found out that even though I do not like squash, or pumpkin or the idea of fish in a soup, all of those ingredients have been in soups offered to me at Soupfest, and I discovered that I actually liked them. This year the McIntosh Country Inn from Morrisburg served Pumpkin Gouda Soup, which was lovely and the Marlborough Pub from North Gower served a Smoked Salmon Bisque, that I was almost afraid to taste, especially since some others at my table didn't seem to care for it. I could smell the smokiness, but every sip I took made me like it more. This year my favorite was from a new restaurant to this event, The Keystorm Pub, from Brockville. They made a Maple BBQ soup with Pork & Bacon. I want to go to that restaurant just to get a whole bowlful of that soup, I liked it so much. While other soups in the room may have been more imaginative, as much as I liked them, I wouldn't make a special trip just to get some. They Keystorm's offering will have me marching through their doors. The chef told me it wasn't a fancy place. They just wear hockey shirts, and serve good food. If that soup was an example, I'm going to go as often as I can. One other soup I went back and got more than one sample of was a delectable dessert soup. Kemptville's Crusty Baker served up a Black Forest Soup. Yes, it had chocolate and creme brule, whipped cream (I think) and cherries. There was also a dash of kirsch in there too. I don't know that I'd ever want a whole bowlful as I'm not one for sweets, but these little sample cups were just the right size for this lovely treat, at least for me. It made my heart sing.
I went to the bank yesterday and the first thing the teller said to me was, "Did you go to Soupfest?" I told her I had. She said she saw a picture of me on Facebook (so of course she knew I'd been there). The picture was taken just after I was given the apron. I now have it on my Facebook page too, and already 40 people have liked it. I think the idea that a bank teller spotted me on the TLC page just proves I'm a bit of a celebrity now, don't you think?
This was the 8th annual Soupfest, and I've been to at least seven of them, if not them all. The event was originally in Winchester, but moved to Kemptville several years ago, and will be held there next year, on March 4th. Mark your calendars now.
The Kemptville Municipal Centre has enough space to feature 16 restaurants and their soups for the public to get acquainted with, and then vote on their favorites. Restaurants this year were from Merrickville, Morrisburg, North Gower, Perth, Manotick, and of course, Kemptville. I didn't see any advertisement for the event this year, until just the week before, so it was a bit of a scramble to gather those who usually go with us.
While we were happily doing our taste testing, the organizer, Lynn Ford, was speaking to the assembled group about the event. She asked how many of us had been coming for several years, and a lot of hands went up, including those of everyone at my table. She then asked if anyone would care to say a few words about their experiences at Soupfest. For some reason several members of my group decided to suddenly point at me. I laughed and responded to them by saying, "Oh ya!" Lynn apparently heard that but must have thought I was volunteering as she handed me the mic. Oh well, I do tend to talk a lot, so I stood up and told everyone how my husband and myself came each year with a couple of his cousins and their spouses. We always find it fun to compare opinions on the various soups, as we never, ever agreed on which ones we liked the best. I mentioned that I have even brought my young grandson to the event a couple of times. He enjoys being able to make his own pronouncements on the various soups, and voting for his own personal favorite. Soupfest is indeed a great family outing. For speaking, I was awarded a souvenir Soupfest apron, that I happily traipsed around in from the moment she put it on me until we left. I felt like a bit of a celebrity. I have since read that public speaking is the number one fear people have. I can't vouch for that as I didn't have time to conger up a fear, let alone figure out what I wanted to say. I only hope whatever came out of me made some kind of sense. I must say, that if it were not for Soupfest, there are a great number of soups I would never have even tasted, simple because of their ingredients. No way would I ever have walk into a restaurant and buy whole bowlful of soup made with things that do not sound appealing to me. But now I've sampled many of those, as a little taste and a chance to express my opinion isn't as intimidating as having to pay for a whole bowl of something I may not care for. I found out that even though I do not like squash, or pumpkin or the idea of fish in a soup, all of those ingredients have been in soups offered to me at Soupfest, and I discovered that I actually liked them. This year the McIntosh Country Inn from Morrisburg served Pumpkin Gouda Soup, which was lovely and the Marlborough Pub from North Gower served a Smoked Salmon Bisque, that I was almost afraid to taste, especially since some others at my table didn't seem to care for it. I could smell the smokiness, but every sip I took made me like it more. This year my favorite was from a new restaurant to this event, The Keystorm Pub, from Brockville. They made a Maple BBQ soup with Pork & Bacon. I want to go to that restaurant just to get a whole bowlful of that soup, I liked it so much. While other soups in the room may have been more imaginative, as much as I liked them, I wouldn't make a special trip just to get some. They Keystorm's offering will have me marching through their doors. The chef told me it wasn't a fancy place. They just wear hockey shirts, and serve good food. If that soup was an example, I'm going to go as often as I can. One other soup I went back and got more than one sample of was a delectable dessert soup. Kemptville's Crusty Baker served up a Black Forest Soup. Yes, it had chocolate and creme brule, whipped cream (I think) and cherries. There was also a dash of kirsch in there too. I don't know that I'd ever want a whole bowlful as I'm not one for sweets, but these little sample cups were just the right size for this lovely treat, at least for me. It made my heart sing.
I went to the bank yesterday and the first thing the teller said to me was, "Did you go to Soupfest?" I told her I had. She said she saw a picture of me on Facebook (so of course she knew I'd been there). The picture was taken just after I was given the apron. I now have it on my Facebook page too, and already 40 people have liked it. I think the idea that a bank teller spotted me on the TLC page just proves I'm a bit of a celebrity now, don't you think?
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