I don’t make tomato soup from scratch often. There’s a certain red can I reach for instinctively when I’m hit with a tomato soup craving. And I don’t want to disappoint my tastebuds by giving them something they did not ask for. I have similar feelings about homemade ketchup. There is no way to replicate the manufactured flavor I have so much nostalgia for in my kitchen. But what if I took my beloved tomato soup just far enough off of the beaten track to make something different? Perhaps I could make a different sense memory and make something I would be proud to serve without disappointing the, um, less-sophisticated side of my palette. Well, it turns out I could and I have this Red Curry Tomato Soup to show for it.
The calendar may insist it’s still summer, but the weather here suggests otherwise. The warm weather has left Toronto after a season of record-breaking heat and its exit was painfully abrupt. I’m usually not one to complain about cooler temperatures but two months of heatwaves have seriously thinned my blood. Temps in the mid-to-low twenties (Celsius) are inspiring shivers, and frankly, it’s embarrassing. I’m a proud East Coaster, I learned to swim in the frigid Atlantic and relish picnics in the snow. And now look at me, reaching for my cable-knit the second the sun disappears. I know I will eventually pull it together. Come November, I’ll be back to my hearty self. But until then I have these Chickpea Curried Eggs to keep me warm.
There are many meatballs on this blog. Some lamb, some pork and some with no meat at all. Strangely, the blog is devoid of the more traditional beef variety. I’m not sure why that is but I do intend to address the oversight at some point. But yes, Rhubarb & Cod is drowning in meatballs and that may seem like an odd fixation for a blog to have. But I think it makes a strange kind of sense. The meatball, in its most basic form, is devoid of personality. The starting protein of any kind of meatball is relatively bland. And onto that bland, unmolded clay, you can impart just about any flavor your restless, hungry brain can conjure. Case in point – these Butter Chicken Meatballs.