Friday, November 2, 2012

Memory in a Soup - Dia de los Muertos

I have lived seven Novembers without him and somehow survived them in different ways.

We knew that November 2005 could be the last with our son, Alex. He was about to deploy to a raging battleground in Iraq for the second time. Our hearts were heavy and so he asked that we celebrate Thanksgiving twice, once on the Thursday and again on Friday. So we did. We went around the table articulating our thanks for special things in our lives. When it came to Alex, he looked at us and thanked us for having been his parents and loving him as we did. Then he left, and we would never again be blessed with seeing this child, this man, whom we loved so much.  We would never see him grow old, become a father, raise children and teach us things only our children can teach us. Our lives would change dramatically.


Last year I began to practice a remembrance of Alex through the Día de los Muertos tradition, finding comfort in the connection to this prehispanic ritual. I made pan de muertos and set up an altar with ofrendas arranged with things Alex might have liked. In fact, I have begun doing this with the children I teach. They also set up altares to their loved ones in my classroom, gaining a hands-on understanding of the spirituality of this day and the mystery of life.



This year I've made the usual things in remembrance: empanadas, hojarascas, capirotada, and pan de muertos. The empanadas, especially, are for my mother, who comforted me in this loss through her profound understanding of my sorrow. But today I'll post something that can't be put in an ofrenda: a soup I began to make for Alex after he started eating solid food as a baby.

Last night I ate this soup, savoring slowly the taste and texture of the alphabet-shaped pasta, the flavors of the vegetables, and I was transported back to those days that went by much too quickly.



Memory in a Soup - Dia de los Muertos

Recipe Type: Soup

Cuisine: Mexican

Author: Gilda Valdez Carbonaro

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Serves: 4

The browning of the vegetables enhances the taste of the soup, but if you prefer not to have the additional olive oil in the soup, just skip this step and throw the vegetables directly into the boiling broth until they are soft.

Ingredients:
  • 8 cups of chicken broth, either homemade (preferably) or commercial
  • 3-4 carrots, minced
  • 1 stick celery, minced
  • 2 cloves garlic
  • 3/4 cup alphabet pasta
  • 1 onion minced as finely as possible
  • cilantro or parsley for flavoring at the end
  • 2 leaves of any greens like kale or escarole (chopped very finely)
  • olive oil to coat the pasta and brown it in a pan (about 2 tablespoons)
  • olive oil to soften the onion, carrot, celery, and green leaves, (about 2 tablespoons)
  • Salt to taste
  • Pepper grindings to taste
  • Optional: one lime and a few crumbled totopos (corn tortilla that you fry yourself, don't bother buying any)

Instructions:
  1. Brown the pasta with the oil in a thick pan at a low heat, about one minute, it will brown quickly.

  2. Brown the peeled garlic, onion, celery, carrots, and green leaves separately in the other 2 tablespoons of oil with a low flame for about 5 minutes. Add a little oil if you need to.

  3. Combine the pasta and the vegetables in a large pot with the broth already boiling and boil together for about 15 minutes.

  4. Check for salt, add pepper grindings if you like, and garnish with cilantro or parsley.

  5. Serve in a bowl for your child and add fried, crunchy corn tortilla, and a few drops of lime juice squeezed into the soup at the last minute.














5 comments:

  1. I'll have to make this soup someday. I have flashbacks of fun times with Alex smiling and being happy while we all sit around the table. It is fascinating how one bite can bring back so many memories.

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  2. Gilda Valdez CarbonaroNovember 2, 2012 at 11:49 PM

    Yes, Gildi, those happy moments are forever engrained in my mind... The ritual of cooking these meals and eating them has brought me comfort.
    Thanks for reading.

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  3. Grazie, Gilda, for sharing more than your soup.

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  4. Gilda Valdez CarbonaroNovember 4, 2012 at 1:14 AM

    Grazie a te, cara colega.

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  5. Mrs. Carbonaro,
    It always amazes me how emotional enjoying food can be. A good cup of coffee triggers memories every time for me. When the temperature is just right and you slowly draw a sip in as to absorb all the flavor it has. The friendship your surrounded with can be just as important as the coffee itself. More time has passed now without Alex than the amount of time I spent with him and yet when I get a really good cup of coffee, the memories come and I never have to enjoy it alone.

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