Fall has officially fallen here in the Seattle area. Hallelujah!
Can I get an amen?
Fall means many things to us here in the great PNW. For some it means the coming of all things pumpkin-flavored. Beer, coffee, donuts. You name it, you can probably find it flavored with pumpkin somewhere around here.
For others, Fall means the beginning of the 9-month battle with their horse-chestnut tree. One might refer to this time of year as conker season.
Still others might call it root vegetable season.
Today, I dub it Soup Season! Why? Because I am sick with a cold and I need soup.
Because nothing my wife suggested for dinner today sounded good to me, I am making my favorite soup of all, garlic soup. So chock full of garlic cloves that you might think I'm trying to get rid of a vampire (I wouldn't do that. I'd invite him or her to my favorite all-night coffee shop for a chat.).
The beauty of this soup is that it is so simple and so satisfying. I will warn you, though. It is not for the carb-conscious among us.
Garlic Soup (from 365 Italian Recipes)
2 tbsp olive oil
2 tbsp butter
12 cloves garlic, peeled and quartered (or more if you desire)
6 slices of crusty Italian bread, cut into 1-inch cubes
1/2 cup dry red wine
6 cups low sodium chicken stock
2 tbsp chopped parsley
salt and pepper to taste
In a soup pot, heat the olive oil and butter on medium heat until the butter foams. Add the garlic to the pot and stir for 1-2 minutes. Do not let the garlic brown. Add the bread cubes and stir or toss to coat. Next, pour in the wine and chicken stock and toss in the parsley, stirring to combine. Turn up the heat and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer, uncovered, for 20 minutes.
Crack the each egg into a small bowl and slip directly into the soup, cover and simmer 3-4 minutes or until the eggs are set to your liking. I tend to like mine on the soft side. The goal is to have a runny egg yolk to break in your soup bowl. (I know. Sexy, right?)
Serve in bowls with one egg per serving. Top with grated parmesan. Devour.
This soup is something that I eat less often than I used to because it is a LOT of bread. But, man oh man, does it taste good when it's cold outside or when you're not feeling well, like my family and I were today.
Surprisingly, the garlic power is not intense. The garlic gets poached in the broth and comes out soft and sweet. Plus the egg yolk gives it a gorgeous richness.
After that soft cooked egg in that garlicky, bready soup, you can just take me to bed.
Really. I feel like crap. Take me to bed.
Good night, y'all. Hug someone you love tonight.