
When I was a kid, I couldn't think of any food more bland or revolting than soup. To say that I hated soup, would be a bit of an overstatement. Soup had never personally offended me. It had never kidnapped my family, insulted my mother, or called me names. I just didn't care much for it. To an eight year old me, eating soup was about as exciting or pleasurable as spending an afternoon following my Dad around CompUSA. In other words, lame city. Bereft of other options, I might go for a can of spaghettios, but other than that, soup was not part of the short list of things that Kid Mary would eat.
Kid Mary was actually pretty darn picky. While everyone else ate garden salads I would stick to a bowl of tomato and cucumber. Ordering pizza? Plain cheese for Kid Mary. I wonder how many grown-up food lovers started out as picky children? Was it an early sign of my discerning pallet, or was I just a royal brat?
Anyway, back to soup. My contempt for soup continued on into young adulthood. I suspect that being raised as a vegetarian had something to do with it. That, and the fact that most soup I had ever encountered came out of a can. By the time I was a teenager I was known to partake in the occasional New England Clam Chowder, mostly using it as a sad substitute for the only soup I had ever truly enjoyed, that being my father's lobster bisque.
It was Fish Head Soup, of all things, that actually opened my mind to how good soup could be. The fatty, tender neck and fin meat of butchered salmon and bonito finally made a soup-eater out of me. This "soup" was actually the first stage of the house dashi made in my first Japanese restaurant. That stock was used in countless sauces and recipes, but most often in the miso soup and clear soup that we served with every entree.
When I went to culinary school, and began making soups of my own, I really fell in love. It turns out that it wasn't soup that I disliked so much, just bad soup. These days, soup is one of my very favorite things to make and eat. While I still find canned soup to be utterly repugnant, there is almost nothing that I enjoy more than a bowl of homemade.
Almost every week you'll find at least one type of soup simmering in my kitchen. Sometimes it's creamy, other times brothy. They almost always have a starchy surprise inside, like noodles, barley, or potatoes. The soups that I make most often are minestrone, butternut squash, and black bean. These are recipes that I have made so many times, that it's almost difficult to nail down a recipe that does the real thing justice. Black bean is the first to make the transition to my satisfaction.