November. The Fitzgerald anniversary approaches. The first one without Paul. The first November 10 in thirty-two years without the black tie, without the lecture, without the Lightfoot song on the speaker, without the passage read aloud from the favorite book.
I'm going to observe it. Not the way Paul observed it — with a teacher's reverence and a historian's precision — but my way. The wife's way. The way of a woman who listened to the Fitzgerald story every November 10 for thirty-two years and who can recite the last transmission from memory: "We are holding our own."
But not yet. The anniversary is next week. This week: the preparation for Thanksgiving, which will be the second Thanksgiving without Paul and the first Thanksgiving where COVID might allow a slightly larger gathering (the case counts in Minnesota have dropped enough for small indoor gatherings, if everyone is careful).
I called Anna. "Come for Thanksgiving?" She said yes immediately. Sophie will come. Jakob is at UMD — he'll walk over (he lives five miles away, he walks everywhere, he's an engineering student with no car and no interest in cars). Lena will come with Anna. Peter is flying from Chicago — his first flight since March, his first return to Duluth since the funeral.
Elsa is here. Erik will bring Mamma.
The table: nine people. Nine places. One of them — Paul's — set but unoccupied. Nine minus one. The family, gathering. The first real gathering in eight months.
I'm planning the menu: turkey (fourteen pounds), Mamma's meatballs (she's making two hundred), my stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie. Not the full production of pre-disease years. But real. A real Thanksgiving. At a real table. With real people.
I made a pre-Thanksgiving meal on Saturday: wild rice soup. The soup of anticipation. The soup of preparation. The soup that says: something is coming. Something good.
Something good is coming. People are coming. The table is being set. The turkey is ordered.
The first real gathering. The first real meal with family. The first time the house will hold more than two (me and Sven) or three (me, Sven, and Elsa) since March.
Something good. The kitchen knows it. The kitchen is ready.
This is the soup I made on Saturday — what I’ve come to think of as the soup of anticipation. The house was quiet, just me and the kitchen, and I needed something that felt like a promise: warm, earthy, something that said the good thing is coming but it isn’t here yet. Fennel carrot soup is exactly that. It’s not the feast; it’s the readying for the feast. I stirred it slowly and thought about nine places at the table, and it was enough.
Fennel Carrot Soup
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 35 min | Total Time: 50 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 large fennel bulb, trimmed and chopped (about 2 cups), fronds reserved
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 lb carrots (about 6 medium), peeled and sliced into coins
- 4 cups low-sodium vegetable broth
- 1 cup water
- 1/2 teaspoon ground coriander
- 1/4 teaspoon ground white pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
- 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
- 1/4 cup heavy cream or coconut cream (optional, for finishing)
Instructions
- Soften the aromatics. Heat olive oil in a large pot or Dutch oven over medium heat. Add fennel and onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and beginning to turn translucent, about 8 minutes. Add garlic and cook 1 minute more.
- Add carrots and seasonings. Stir in the sliced carrots, coriander, white pepper, and salt. Cook for 2 minutes, letting the spices bloom with the vegetables.
- Simmer. Pour in the vegetable broth and water. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to a gentle simmer. Cover and cook until the carrots are completely tender when pierced with a fork, about 20–25 minutes.
- Blend. Remove from heat. Using an immersion blender, blend the soup until smooth and velvety. Alternatively, carefully transfer in batches to a countertop blender. Return to the pot over low heat.
- Finish and adjust. Stir in the lemon juice. If using cream, add it now and stir to combine. Taste and adjust salt as needed. The soup should be bright and savory with a gentle anise warmth from the fennel.
- Serve. Ladle into bowls and garnish with reserved fennel fronds and a small drizzle of olive oil if desired. Serve with crusty bread.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 140 | Protein: 2g | Fat: 7g | Carbs: 18g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 320mg
About the cook who shared this
Linda Johansson
Week 241 of Linda’s 30-year story
· Duluth, Minnesota
Linda is a sixty-three-year-old retired nurse from Duluth, Minnesota, living alone in the house where she raised her children and said goodbye to her husband. She lost Paul to ALS in 2020 after two years of watching the kindest man she'd ever known lose everything but his dignity. She cooks Scandinavian comfort food and Minnesota hotdish and the pot roast Paul loved, and she sets two places at the table out of habit because it makes her feel less alone. Every recipe she writes is a person she's loved.