have you ever heard of the soup peddler? his name is david ansel and i read his book slow & difficult soups about four months ago. the book is clever. it includes recipes and stories about his customers or "soupies" as he calls them. the soup peddler and his love for his friends in austin, texas is my inspiration for starting saturday soup here in grand rapids, michigan. a city that desparately needs a bowl of hot soup at the moment.
however, i was not immediately inspired to follow the soup peddler's lead. sunday night, i was in my tiny kitchen with someone i love very much. i recommend cooking with people you love because it adds a lot to the recipe. we were preparing chili because i had just visited chicago, where i had consumed the best chili of my entire life and i was hoping to recreate the experience. i tackled the tomatoes, onions, carrots and beans while my friend busied himself with the garlic and olives. throw in some sincere conversation, laughter and other key ingredients and we had ourselves a delicious chili which fed my roommates and i for the better part of the week.
i love cooking. more importantly, i love feeding people. i wish i could cook more. these were my thoughts when i was lying in bed the next morning. and it hit me. i will make soup and bread on friday nights and deliver it to my friends saturday. just in time for lunch. i will take pictures of them eating my soup. i will record their thoughts. i will use my soup to make friends and build bridges. i will cure colds and heal heartbreak with my soup. soup equals love and so on.
so for $4 i will deliver a pint of soup and fresh baked bread to your door on saturday. make it $6 and i will get you a quart. this will cover the ingredients, the packaging, and my travel expenses. i doubt i will make a profit. profit is not motivating me to embark on this project.
people connect over a hot meal. for example, food is the highlight of most family events because food is such a large part of cultural identity. when you think about pierogies you think about poland. when you think about borscht you think about russia or the ukraine. when you think about croissants you think about france. when you think about tamales or mole you think about spain or mexico. onigiri=japan. you get the idea.
as another michigan winter approaches, it seems that soup should be the medium. soup transcends most cultures. every culture i can think of has a popular soup. and now everyone i know has the chance to eat mine.
soup's on.
saturdaysoupGR@gmail.com
♥ sara
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