
I have two distinct memories regarding the making of homemade soup, neither of which takes place in a kitchen. Both are leftover from years ago, when I was a young college co-ed who did not make her own soup. My specialty at the time was chocolate chip cookies. (This is, by the way, a very useful specialty to have at any age.) About the only other culinary skill I had acquired by the time of the first memory was the ability to deftly chop chicken wings in half with an enormous cleaver.
My beau at the time had taken over the lease on a tiny takeout restaurant in a not-quite-yet-chic Northern California wine country town, and, although he renamed the place and came up with an entirely new menu, along with the lease came legions of customers who were addicted to the former specialty of the house--deep-fried Buffalo Wings. And so, when I wasn't studying for exams or putting batches of giant, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for sale in the front window, I could usually be found standing by the window in my "uniform" of khaki skirt and dark green polo shirt, whacking away at wing after wing after wing. I don't know what attracted more attention from passersby--me or the cookies.
It was during this time that I entered my cookies in a chocolate chip cookie contest sponsored by a local chocolate company. The semi-finals took place in various spots around the Bay Area, including in a little cafe just a few blocks away from our restaurant. And so on the day of the contest, late as usual, I trotted down the street carrying a still warm plate of cookies. And this is where we come back to the soup, because it was while watching the judging that I learned that the specialty of this little cafe was homemade soup.** They offered a new flavor every single day, specially concocted by the chef. The soup that day was something like carrot and cumin. I had never even heard of carrot soup. For a few moments I was in absolute awe. I could not begin to fathom the enormous burden of such an undertaking. And then I promptly forgot about it.
A few years later I had become slightly more adept in the kitchen, but between working, doing freelance design, and attending two different colleges at once, I never got around to making soup. In fact, I never got around to even thinking about making soup until one day when I was ridiculed in the employee lunch room at work. I was heating up my lunch, which happened to be a can of soup, and a fellow employee said something about loving soup. Then he gave my can a distasteful scorn.
"But I never buy soup," he said. "It's too easy to make your own." I do not recall what this guy was having for lunch, but it wasn't soup. I do recall that he did not have a lot of friends at work.
So why have these two memories stuck with me for so many years? Because now I know that homemade soup really is easy. Easy to make with a recipe, easy to come up with your own. The secret to soup is that there is no secret. You start with some water or stock, toss practically anything else you can think of into the pot, and nine times out of ten the results will be scrumptious. (The tenth time they will be ho-hum--but still miles better than most storebought soups.)
Another myth about homemade soup which needs to be dispelled is that it calls for tons of prep work. Not true. If pressed for time, you can still make plenty of perfectly delightful soups in about half an hour. While you can certainly spend time cutting up an enormous pile of vegetables into identically sized pieces, this is not necessary. When it comes to soup, the more rustic looking the better is what I say. I also prefer my soups to be all, or nearly all, blended up (the sludgier the better), which means you don't even end up seeing the vegetables. As long as everything fits in the pot you are fine. And yes, the intoxicating fragrance of soup that has been simmering all day on the stove will fill up your home like nothing else (and taste absolutely sublime once it is finally done), but while it simmers it does not require babysitting. A stir and a sniff every once in a while will adequately suffice.
But even after years of creating all sorts of wonderful soups, I sometimes still catch myself putting the idea of making soup on the back burner. And so the other day when I was flipping through an old splattered notebook and came upon my recipe for Squash Soup from August of 1995 (my first summer at Windridge Farm and a bountiful one in the garden), I saw an opportunity and pounced on it. I fished out the two big FoodSaver bags of sliced & blanched summer squash from 2004 that I'd discovered during a recent foray into the forgotten bottom layer of the freezer, plucked a bowl of homemade chicken stock from the fridge, grabbed onions and garlic from the pantry, and proceeded to make a delicious and enormous pot of soup which I happily slurped up for the next several days.
My original recipe called for 5 to 6 cups of chicken stock, 4 yellow summer squash (most likely crookneck), 1 large onion, and two cloves of garlic. The instructions simply said to saute onion & garlic (I cook the onion and then add the garlic during the last minute or two), add stock & squash, simmer 25 minutes, and blend. (Regarding the blending of soup, I have three words of advice: KitchenAid Hand Blender. Trust me, your life will never be the same.) Below the short ingredient list I'd written red peppers? corn? Yep, this was the inspiration for my Simple Summer Harvest Soup. And it could also be the basis for dozens of other soups depending on your imagination and what you have laying around.
I did not weigh the squash or measure out the stock when I made my spur of the moment version the other day--I just used what I had, then added a couple of big onions and several cloves of garlic. I wanted a really thick soup. I considered roasting the garlic (which would have been very nice) but didn't bother. A dollop of sour cream and some fresh Italian flat leaf parsley from the greenhouse made tasty garnishes. I placed thin slices of Monterey Jack cheese on the very last bowl and actually moaned out loud when I took the first bite. The creamy cheese immediately melted into the soup in the most wonderful way. I can't believe I'd never thought to do that before. If it were summer I would have also topped at least a couple of bowls with some chopped fresh plum tomatoes from the garden.
Early this morning I awoke to the confusing sound of unexpected raindrops falling on our old tin roof (which was immediately followed by the panicked realization that last night I'd left 320 pounds of feed on the back of the truck covered with nothing but a thin plastic tarp). It's been raining all day--perfect comfort food weather. Since I'd polished off the last of the summer squash soup, around lunchtime I went fishing in the freezers for a stash of some previous warm and cozy creation. But I didn't even catch a little container of stock. We are completely out of soup. I don't think this has ever happened. Fortunately I know how easy it is to make some more.
Other soups I've written about on Gather:
Garlic Lover's White Bean Soup
Susan's Super Spinach Soup
Use It Or Lose It Lentil & Escarole Soup
Hearty Lentil Soup With Smoked Sausage
Simple Summer Harvest Soup (The Autumn Version)
**(For those who are curious, my cookies scored a 10 out of 10 at the semi-finals, earning me a place in the finals. I again arrived late with my tray of still warm cookies, and proceeded to take 2nd place out of a total of about 700 entrants.)
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Comments: 13
I of course said, "Who says I am going to cook you breakfast?" and we later broke up.
Incidentally, my husband of almost 14 years is a big soup lover!
Now we are raising 3 kids, and the 2 oldest(ages almost 12 and 10) LOVE soup, especially homemade. If they come home from school and they see a pot on the stove they drop everything and come running to me begging to have a bowl of soup...I am wondering if this where of our female ancestors got a bad rap and accused of being a Witch? Because they threw a few simple ingredients into their big iron pot and created a magical batch of soup....
Leftover cherry juice? Beef stew? I think I need to pack up my soup pot and move in with you. : )
Hi Leslie,
LOL, that is too funny about the soup hating fiance. Obviously things were seriously doomed. : ) And I love your thoughts about the ancestral witch! That is too perfect. Sounds like your kids have their priorities straight. I'm one of those people who will often make a meal or snack of whatever I see laying around the kitchen, so naturally I love it when I know there's soup in the fridge. Easy, delish, and no doubt better for me than, say, a slab of chocolate cake. : )
Hi Kathleen,
Okay, after I stay at Jessie's for a while, I'll be moving in with you so start stocking up. Sorry, I know, ouch. Couldn't resist a little soup humor!
With a cuppa decaf' steaming next to me here in my little writing room and listening to the hootie owls sing their night's song, I am soooo hankering for a mug of soup~Yep, it's almost 5 am here in Lake Wales; but soup is great anytime!
Love your recipes and they are an intoxicating read with your wit~
Love, light, and blessings~
Mama T
I do like to make soup and beings I'm from Louisiana originally I always start all my soups by sauteeing a whole onion in olive oil and adding spices at that time...then, start the other good stuff...I must think I'm making a roux everytime I make soup but when those onions start to smell good and I mix in seasonings then I add garlic chopped fine - after things cook a while I add more garlic cloves cut in half...(I love garlic) and I love to put cheese on top of most of my veggie soups...sometimes parmesan...Ok, now I think I know what I'm going to make the old man cook for me today! Possibly a pot of soup or maybe even a good gumbo~ Salud.
I've not been a big soup lover until the last few years. Now, my favorite winter food is my homemade vegetable soup. I enjoy having a really good bread (usually homemade) with my soup.
Which reminds me--I planned on making bread today with a new starter recipe so I'd better get off this computer and into the kitchen.
I love making soups like this, the only way I can get my husband to eat veggies is to blend them into soups. I always add a TON of garlic to just about everything I make, especially soups (I can never eat enough garlic). Soups like this are rich, filling, nutritious, low in calories, perfect for the winter (even though I live in Socali), filling, but most importantly for me now, I can eat them with braces on!