The recipe was originally published in November 2010. It was retested with reader feedback, rephotographed, rewritten, and republished for your enjoyment in September 2017.
Let's talk about cauliflower soup. I know. I know. When someone says "cauliflower soup," it probably sounds like something an evil lunch lady would serve to poor elementary school kids as a torture device. I would have thought this, too. But my world was changed in 2008 when I was fortunate enough to be a bridesmaid for my sister-in-law (my husband's brother's wife, got that?).
After a fantastic, but exhausting, day of the ceremony, schmoozing, and photography, we landed at the reception to a nice warm bowl of beige at the head table. I had heard mention of this cauliflower soup throughout the weekend, but thought for sure it must be sheer folly. For no bride would serve cauliflower soup at her wedding! Especially not one as elegant as Kim. BUT SHE DID. And I'm glad she did. (I, on the other hand, was supremely classy and served barbecue on trash can lids at my wedding—true story.)
The soup was creamy and cozy and smooth AND elegant. So comforting on a throat that was sore from talking and mingling so much. I immediately grabbed the Bride and told her how amazing it was. The soup was a thing of glory. So special, that after a few too many tequila shots, on the ride back to our beds on the aptly named "party bus," my thoughts immediately went to how good a food the soup would be for a hangover. Read the post »]]>