Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Soup is Life

I'm thinking about soup. Probably because I'm making it. It's a beautiful October day and we've officially launched the "season of soups and stews" as an old friend used to say. 

Here's what I like about soup - at least the soups I make. They're a perfect reflection of life's basic patterns. There's the order/chaos/order continuum. You can go by the book or you can make it up as you go along (guess which category I fall into.) You can choose to blend or stand alone. And like many of the great foods in life, soup is at its most beautiful while it's raw.

I like to make vegetable soup. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I was (quite literally) born to chop. And it's cathartic to wield a large, sharp knife as long as the only flesh you encounter is that of an onion or a zucchini. Vegetable soup is the epitome of make-it-up-as-you-go-along. 

Pictured here are today's ingredients. Yes, that is a JAR of pesto you see. I'm topping the soup with pesto once it's in the bowls and I actually ran out of garlic - very rare. I happened to have this jar of back-up pesto hanging around - extremely rare. 

Other than that, you have your basics: leeks, shallots, cippolini, garlic, carrots, rutabaga, zucchini, tomatoes, beans and pasta. Full disclosure: cooked carrots make my throat constrict. When I was a little girl I would wedge myself between my mother and the stove and try to negotiate for a raw carrot instead of a cooked one, to no avail. She is not one to be held hostage by a carrot. 

But I can handle them in soup, sort of.

So you chop and you toss; you think or you don't think at all; you get everything into the pot, you cover it with a lid and you wait. Simple as that.

Chaos contained. Comfort on the horizon. Isn't that the rhythm of life?

Vegetable Soup (Un)Recipe

4 cloves garlic
3 leeks
1 sweet onion (yellow or cippolini)
2 large shallots
2-3 each yellow squash and zucchini
2 rutabega (rutabegas? rutabege?)
2 15 oz cans cannellini beans
1 28 oz. can whole peeled tomatoes (I prefer Muir Glen; WF didn't have in stock)
1/2 lb. pasta of choice. (I like small shells or orechiette)
2-3 generous sprigs fresh thyme
Red pepper flakes to taste, about 1/8 t but you can inch it up if you want more kick
A generous splash of white wine (equivalent to a swig straight from the bottle if you were on a picnic and had forgotten the cups. That has never happened to me.)

Prepare the pasta but take it out 2 minutes before the box indicates.
(it'll continue to cook in the soup)
Carefully wash the leeks. Cut and reserve the white part only.
Chop in 1/2 inch discs.
Peel and chop onions, shallots and garlic.
Melt 2-3 T butter or olive oil or a combination of both in a large stock pan.
Add the leek, onion, shallot, garlic mixture.
Allow to cook gently on medium heat for a minute or two, then add pepper flakes, thyme and
swig of wine (for soup, not you, but nobody's looking.) Stir and continue cooking until soft. 
Add carrots and stir for a minute or two more.
Add chicken broth.
Add rutabega, zucchini and cannellini beans.
Note: I like to add a splash of sherry vinegar at this point. Umami.
Cover and simmer for 1/2 hour. Add tomatoes. (I learned this trick from Martha: before pouring the tomatoes into the soup, take scissors and go at them in the can. Easier than stabbing at them with a spoon once they're in the soup.)
Simmer for another half hour or until vegetables feel tender. 
Salt and pepper to taste.
Add pasta and turn to low. Simmer for 5 minutes and either serve immediately or take off heat until ready to serve.
Spoon it into bowls and top with a dollop of pesto (definitely fresh is best; 
that jarred stuff I used today will do in a pinch, but it's certainly not the same.)

I like it with a little cheese sprinkled on top and a hunk of herb focaccia on the side.