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SOUP HYBRID

I read what feels like a million food blogs, all awesome in their own way, and when I come across something particularly delicious I file it in a crazy, unmanageable folder in my bookmark toolbar called ‘EAT.’ (This folder has its own subset of folders with names like FAT and EZ). Yet I rarely follow recipes exactly, so it was two different soups made by The Wednesday Chef (roasted carrot and red lentil soup and cabbage soup) that served as the inspiration for this hearty (and vegan if you use vegetable broth!) soup. My proportions make for a nice small batch, about four bowls’ worth.

Red lentil and cabbage soup

1/2 cup red lentils
1 stick celery, diced
1 carrot, diced
1 shallot, roughly chopped
4 garlic cloves, peeled but not chopped
2 T tomato paste
1/2 T cumin
1/2 T smoked paprika
2 T olive oil, and more to finish
Salt and pepper to taste
4 C homemade chicken or vegetable stock
2-3 C finely chopped green cabbage
1 Bay leaf
Juice of one lemon
Chopped herbs to garnish (I used dill, parsley, and cilantro)

—In a medium-sized cast enamel pot, melt two tablespoons of olive oil over medium-low heat.
—Add and gently soften the celery, carrot, shallot, ginger and garlic, about 10 minutes.
—Add tomato paste, bay leaf, cumin, paprika, salt, and pepper, and stir to coat.
—Add lentils and stir.
—Pour in chicken broth and bring soup to a boil. Reduce to a simmer and cook lentils to tenderness, about 20-25 minutes, adding more broth if necessary.
—Using an immersion blender, puree soup until fairly smooth.
—Add cabbage and gently cook until wilted and soft, about 1 hour. Add more broth to loosen up the soup if it starts looking thick.
—Garnish with greek yogurt, freshly chopped herbs, more salt and pepper, and a little olive oil, and enjoy! I also made a batch of homemade baked tortilla chips, which I embellished with fleur de sel and smoked paprika. Perfect dunking vessels.

READY + WAITING

Does anyone else do this? I like to make a big pot of soup (top soup: tomato, cannellini, and vegetable; bottom soup: veal tortellini and Puy lentil) and snack my way through its contents over a period of three or four days. At the end of the course, I always need a big break from that particular soup. This weekend I almost exclusively ate from a big pot of dal. Done with dal, for now.

GRITS FOR DAYS

BREAKFAST

LUNCH

AND DINNER (AND WINE)

More often than not, my daily eating pattern goes something like this: Toast for breakfast (Russian bread, smeared with local chevre and halved cherry tomatoes), soup for lunch (cannellini bean, kale, shaved golden beets, and leftover roast chicken in broth), and lots of meat and wine for dinner. I rarely get bored of this advancement of my day. I finally tackled the Lee Bros’ famous grits recipe, and served it with a spice-rubbed pork tenderloin, and a cabbage, plum and bacon compote. We cut the leftovers into slender wedges the next morning, reheated in the oven until extra crispy. Big pat of butter and a snip of chives on top is essential, though the grits are admittedly quite rich and delicious on their own.

FOUR SOUPS TO STAY WARM

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Since I occasionally work from home, it can be super comforting to have a steaming pot of soup on the stove while writing all morning. It’s my midday reward — work until soup is finished. The first soup shown was also my favorite: a sort of bastardized minestrone, rich and savory from homemade chicken stock, and brightened with lemon juice and tomatoes.

I added a can of whole San Marzano tomatoes and two tablespoons of tomato paste to the (twice-strained for clarity) chicken broth. Then I added diced carrots, celery, red onion, garlic, bay leaf, thyme, and a big cup of brown lentils, rinsed and picked over. I let that come to a low boil and skimmed off the foam. Then I added diced red potatoes and shredded leftover roast chicken, and let simmer for as long as I could wait, about two or three hours. At the very end, a big handful of farfalle and minced parsley were added to the pot. Deeply nourishing, healthy, and delicious.

The other soups were great, too; a thick black bean soup dressed with lime juice, sriracha, cilantro, and parsley; Very spicy tortilla soup, made with homemade chicken stock, tomatoes, black beans, sweet potatoes, dried chili peppers, and shredded cheddar cheese; Brown lentil, butternut squash, rosemary, and pulled pork soup. I love smooth, pureed soups, too (especially of the squash, carrot, or bisque variety), but mostly as a snack or part of a larger meal. When it comes to lunch, and soup is the only dish, I demand a lot of textural and flavor variety, otherwise it gets too monotonous for me. At midday, I make soups that land more in the ‘stew’ category; ‘chunky’ works, too.

ONE MILE FROM HEAVEN

Beautiful afternoon yesterday spent exploring the Laurelhurst area of Portland. A late lunch at Laurelhurst Market, which had a really alluring meat counter on the butcher side that I will be investigating in the near future. Two sandwiches to share: roasted turkey/cheddar/arugula/mustard/red onion/bacon on sourdough and pork shoulder/pickled vegetables/mustard/onion on a kaiser roll. We agreed that the turkey was far superior. The soup was outrageous: leek/carrot/sunchoke, with bits of fatty pork belly like confetti, suspended in gaffa. I plan on recreating it in the next week.

Also finally went to Rad Summer for seriously high-waisted forest green cutoff shorts, a floral romper, and a used Bobb Trimble record, whom I adore. They have hundreds of perfect thrifted summer dresses. I’ll be going there regularly.

THEN, Una. I want to own all of Una. What a beautifully curated and thoughtful shop. I tried on so much stuff but I was definitely in love with this silk-rasta Mociun dress, even though I forgot to clasp the waist fastening, oops. The Khadi & Co. handwoven indigo dyed tops are the epitome of understated luxury. My photo doesn’t do it justice — the indigo color is very saturated and organic. The cut and fit of the dress was quite easygoing…definitely a piece to wear every day in the summer.

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IN LIVING COLOR

Spring is in full force here, and all I think about it seems are fruits, vegetables and flowers. Yesterday I made my first trip to Uncle Paul’s Produce Market and spent less than 15 dollars on a gigantic bag of groceries: ‘jazz’ apples, golden pears, mushrooms, golden beets, crimson carrots, rainbow chard, spanish onions, fingerling potatoes. Everything except the apples and pears made it into a huge pot of vegetable soup, the contents of which I’m still enjoying.

While I was there, I had my eye on the fava beans, which are on sale and in season. Going to go back tomorrow to stock up and spend the afternoon shucking. Also saw some gorgeous plums – just in time for my famous free-form galettes – and huge glass mason jars of in-house jam and honey.

Anyway this is all to say that post-produce shopping, I feel super vulnerable to the charms of this shirt. I’m not really a ‘tshirt girl’ but I’ve found that they can be quite persuasive…

[Image via Built by Wendy]

LEAVE MY KITTEN ALL ALONE

I recently made roasted butternut squash soup from scratch. Without using a recipe, I made my first pureed soup with instinct and by hand (I never owned a food processor until now! Now I kind of want to puree everything). I cubed one butternut squash and roasted it at high heat (450 degrees) for 45 minutes, stirred with 5 garlic cloves, salt, pepper, a tiny bit of tumeric, olive oil and the juice of 1/2 a lemon. I sauteed half a red onion in butter until transluscent and added the pulpy roasted vegetables and equal parts vegetable and chicken stock (about 6 cups total) and stirred it all together. I let it simmer with a closed lid for 30 minutes and then I added 1/4 cup of heavy whipping cream.

Then it went in the food processor and I pulsed until smooth. I added a huge handful of finely chopped parsley to stir in and the other half of the lemon juice and more salt to taste. In a separate saucepan I deep fried sage leaves in 2 tbsps butter and then crumbled on top (only did this for day 1 of the soup, i.e. in the photo of the trio of soup bowls). The easiest soup I’ve ever made, and somewhat healthy (minus the heavy whipping cream + butter, which would be easy to omit, but I wouldn’t. Don’t do it. Life is too short. And we love cream. Looooove it). It reminded me of this life-altering carrot soup I had in a cafe in Brussels last winter – it came with thick wedges of farm bread and tasted so tart and rich and clean and satisfying. I was famished and it was the best thing I had eaten in days. A walk down memory lane:

Okay, back to California. A bowl of soup wasn’t quite enough for dinner (never enough!), so I made a bubbling pot of organic French green lentils, simmered for 45 minutes with fresh bay, the other half of the onion, olive oil and vegetable stock. The essence of simplicity. In another pan, I flash fried a huge bunch of kale, torn into tiny strips, in equal parts butter and olive oil. The trick is to get the pan so hot that bits of the kale turn black and crispy, and then you add tons of lemon juice in the pan to deglaze and cook off the rest of the kale until slightly chewy and just barely not-raw. This process should take 4-5 minutes, tops. I stirred the kale into the pot of lentils and ate with sourdough bread and cheese. For lunch the next day I took it to a new level by adding chopped bacon, and the dish was infinitely improved, albeit far less healthy.  

And finally, below, a photo of my tiny compost pile from the squash ingredients. I thought it was so ethereal and beautiful, a lovely counterpoint to the simple, earthy soup that emerged from its cocoon. It looks like the beginnings of a wonderful wedding dress.

WHEN THE RAIN COMES WE WILL BE THANKFUL

I made black bean soup from scratch the other day. I soaked organic black beans overnight and simmered them the next evening for hours, with fresh bay, tomatoes, water, onion, limes, cherry tomatoes and cumin. It was the best black bean soup I’ve ever had, and so simple to make.

Kept lunch simple with falafel, romaine and shredded chicken. My friends always like to point out that my nails are in a perpetual state of chipped-ness. I guess they were right.

Leftover beans went into tacos the next night, alongside roasted vegetables and a weird slaw that I made from these bitter greens we bought on a whim at the Farmer’s Market.  I wish I had asked what they were. They were sort of spindly, kind of pointy, almost sharp, and very bitter, but when dressed with a little lime and oil, super tasty.

I roasted bundles of red carrots from the farmer’s market with one potato, and made guacamole, too. The vegetables went in a hot 400 degree oven and I added 1 cup of broth from the black bean soup halfway through. They absorb all the liquid and cook perfectly. I can’t get over all this affordable citrus in January. It just doesn’t feel right! But I’m not complaining.

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THE GARDEN OF BROKENNESS

“The common ordinariness of all things is a mystery,” Magritte.

Reading lots about Belgium today. What a fucked up, unfathomable country. An acidic and spicy lunch of clementines, orange juice, pico de gallo, and crazy spicy tomatillo posole.

Not pictured: the entire pot of coffee I drank this morning, greasy hair, sweatpants, and bowl of dark chocolate covered almonds from Trader Joe’s that I inhaled and am too embarassed to post about. Gave Jones a bunch of chicken scraps & listened to William Basinski LPs all day. Thought about running away and drank tea instead. The tea tasted like soap and now I’m back at square one. ‘Mono no aware’ in Japanese roughly translates to ’the sadness of things.’ 

Missing, pining…

A LOVE SUPREME

Leftovers for lunch today, but in this case, a bowl of a soup that only gets better one day later. White bean and chicken soup with carrots, spinach, red onion, rosemary from the garden and tomatoes, that simmered on the stove for a couple of hours and tasted how this house feels. 

Maybe overdid with the cilantro, but I feel no remorse. Zip, nada.

Like my yellow slippers? From a hotel in Singapore. I don’t get out much anymore.

And, La Jolla’s answer to Ithaca’s Gimme! Coffee: Pannikin Coffee & Tea, where I whiled away endless hours in middle and high school, due in large part to their cupcake selection (yellow cake with chocolate frosting, always), outdoor seating and giant chess board. Sooo high school.