Nope, the hubby didn’t touch this one. In fact, I didn’t even tell him about the half batch I cooked up and parked in the fridge. Chestnut Pear Soup would be perfectly acceptable for my girlfriends, sweet, smooth and elegant….but not manly enough for the big guy. I could just imagine the conversation we’d have if I offered him a serving with his dinner. He’d tell me he didn’t like chestnuts (which he’s never even tasted), that he didn’t like fruity soups (despite the onions, leeks, chicken broth and other savory ingredients) and then maybe take a small spoonful to humor me. I didn’t want to go through all of that.