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Me, I am always amazed how much better soup tastes on day three.
Yes I understand in the most theoretical sense that flavors need time to settle, to blend, to mix together like middle schoolers at a dance who can’t really get it right the first time. But no time was this more clear than when I made Minestrone Soup.
I can’t recall exactly what inspired me to make this –- I think someone was tweeting or blogging or bragging in some other electronic form about their version of minestrone, and I got a hankering. I decided to see if I could Jenny-fy it for weeknight cooking by substituting canned cannellini and garbanzo beans for the dry ones used here -- about ¾ of a can each.
In a twist to keep you all guessing, I used fresh green beans, not frozen (and the best looking zucchini I could find in the market), but then reverted to canned tomatoes. I considered using chicken stock for depth, but wanted to stay true to the vegetarian spirit that Foodwriter97426 was bringing.
I trimmed nearly an hour off the first set of instructions, given my canned beans. From there I followed the recipe word for word, using orzo as my pasta of choice. I had a bottle of Malbec left from a party the day before, and in that went at the end.
I confess that Sunday night, when it was all said and done, I was pleased with the speed of my soup, but felt it was a little bland. Two days went by and, realizing I needed a sack lunch, I packed it with low expectations and trudged up the hill to the Metro.
Lunch rolled around, and I pulled out my soup, some very good Parmesan and a cheese grater and got to work at the microwave. You can imagine that when you are a fish out of water at your new office (we’re talking mackerel in the rain forest here), madly working the cheese grater at your desk does little to dispel the skepticism of your colleagues about your seriousness of purpose.
But let me tell you, this recipe two days after the fact, with a hefty dose of cheese, is just what the week-day doctor ordered.
Brown baggers, get to it. I recommend you bring a cloth napkin to work too. Lunch, even one reheated at the office in a dirty microwave near the forlorn box of Krispy Kreme donuts and several dirty coffee mugs, should always be a civilized affair.
1/3 cup soup pasta (e.g.ditalini, orzo, tiny shells)
1/2 cup red wine
Shredded Parmesan for garnish
1. Heat a heavy 4-quart (or larger) pot over medium-high heat. Add enough oil to coat the bottom of the pot. Add the onions and garlic; reduce the heat to medium. Saute until the onions are translucent.
2. Add the beans, water and bay leaf. Bring to a boil, then reduce the heat to low. Simmer 1 1/2 hours, or until the beans are just barely tender. Add the herbs and seasonings, tomatoes, green beans, zucchini and cheese rind. Return to a boil briefly, then reduce the heat to low and simmer an additional 30 minutes.
3. In the meantime, thinly slice and chop the cabbage. Add to the soup along with the pasta and simmer for 15 to 20 minutes, or until the pasta is tender.
4. At this point the soup can be refrigerated (or left on the stove with the heat off for up to 2 hours). Reheat before serving. When ready to serve, add the wine and taste for seasoning. Serve topped with grated cheese if desired, or pass the cheese at the table.
Note: The vegetables can be changed, added to or deleted. These amounts are only suggestions. Dried herbs can be used in place of fresh-cut amounts by 1/2.
By day, Jennifer Steinhauer, aka Jenny, covers Congress for The New York Times. By night, she is an obsessive cook.
A New Way to Dinner, co-authored by Food52's founders Amanda Hesser and Merrill Stubbs, is an indispensable playbook for stress-free meal-planning (hint: cook foundational dishes on the weekend and mix and match ‘em through the week).