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Alphabet Soup -- The Soup That Earns as Much Enthusiasm as the Four-Hour Meal

Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Schools closed. Danielle took the kids to a community service event at their school — packaging meals for a local food bank. Colette was deeply into it — she's the kid who takes every service project personally, who wants to know where the meals go and who eats them and whether they have enough. She asked Danielle afterward if they could volunteer at the food bank regularly. She's eight. She wants to volunteer. I don't know what we did right, but something is working.

I worked. Not on the Spanish Town house — that's closed for the holiday — but on the cottage. Drove down to Thibodaux to fix a water heater that Mama said was "making a sound." The sound, it turned out, was sediment buildup. I drained and flushed the tank, which took thirty minutes and produced water the color of café au lait, which tells me nobody has flushed this tank in approximately the entire time I've been alive. "Joey handled the water heater," Mama said, which explains everything, because Joey handled things by ignoring them until they became emergencies, and then handling the emergency with heroic competence. I come from a long line of deferred maintenance.

Mama fed me, obviously. I showed up to fix a water heater and left having eaten a full meal: boudin from a shop in town, potato salad, and bread pudding. I tried to tell her I'd already eaten lunch. She looked at me like I'd said something in a foreign language. "Assieds-toi," she said. Sit down. When Marie-Claire tells you to sit down, you sit down. This is not a negotiable point. I sat. I ate. The boudin was perfect. The potato salad was Mama's — mustard, egg, potato, dill pickle, and something else that I've never been able to identify and that she refuses to reveal. "You'll know when I'm dead," she says, cheerfully, about the secret ingredient, which is a terrible thing to say and also deeply Cajun.

Came home and made a lazy dinner: grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. Not from scratch — the soup was from a can, Campbell's, the red and white one, and I am not ashamed. Sometimes a can of soup and a grilled cheese is the right call. Sometimes the right call is the easy call. I used good bread (French, from Rouses) and good cheese (sharp cheddar, not that orange processed stuff that doesn't deserve the name), and I grilled them in butter in a cast-iron skillet until the bread was golden and the cheese was molten and the kids ate them with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for meals that take four hours. The lesson: it's not about the effort. It's about the love. And love, sometimes, is Campbell's tomato soup and a grilled cheese made by a man who is tired and happy and grateful for a Monday where the only thing broken was a water heater.

That grilled cheese night got me thinking about soup—really thinking about it—and about how the Campbell’s can did the job but left me wanting something I could call my own. The next day, with the kids still riding high on the memory of a dinner that felt like a treat, I figured if we’re doing soup, let’s do soup the way it deserves: made from scratch, slow enough to smell good, with enough alphabet letters in the bowl to keep two kids entertained through an entire meal. Here’s how I made it.

Alphabet Soup

Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 25 min | Total Time: 35 min | Servings: 6

Ingredients

  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 medium yellow onion, diced
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 3 medium carrots, peeled and sliced into coins
  • 3 stalks celery, sliced
  • 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes
  • 1 can (8 oz) tomato sauce
  • 6 cups low-sodium chicken broth
  • 1 cup alphabet pasta (or any small pasta shape)
  • 1 teaspoon Italian seasoning
  • 1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika
  • Salt and black pepper to taste
  • Fresh parsley, chopped, for serving
  • Parmesan, grated, for serving (optional)

Instructions

  1. Sweat the aromatics. Heat olive oil in a large pot or Dutch oven over medium heat. Add onion and celery and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened, about 5 minutes. Add garlic and cook 1 minute more.
  2. Add the vegetables. Stir in the carrots, diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, Italian seasoning, and smoked paprika. Cook for 2 minutes, letting everything come together.
  3. Pour in the broth. Add the chicken broth and bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Taste and season with salt and black pepper.
  4. Cook the pasta. Add the alphabet pasta and reduce heat to a steady simmer. Cook uncovered for 8—10 minutes, until the pasta is tender and the carrots are cooked through. Stir occasionally so the pasta doesn’t stick.
  5. Adjust and serve. Taste one more time for seasoning. Ladle into bowls and top with fresh parsley and a small shower of Parmesan if you like. Serve immediately alongside grilled cheese, crusty bread, or absolutely nothing — it stands on its own.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 175 | Protein: 6g | Fat: 5g | Carbs: 27g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 520mg

Tommy Beaumont
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Tommy Beaumont
Week 43 of Tommy’s 30-year story · Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Tommy is a Cajun electrician from Thibodaux, Louisiana, who lost his home to Hurricane Katrina four months after his wedding and rebuilt his life one roux at a time. He grew up on Bayou Lafourche, fishing with his father Joey at dawn and eating his mother's gumbo by dusk. His crawfish boils draw the whole neighborhood, his boudin is made from scratch, and he stirs his roux the way Joey taught him — dark as chocolate, forty-five minutes, no shortcuts. Laissez les bons temps rouler.

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