Tomato, tomahto, say soup that’s squisito!

 

I say to-ma-to, you say to-mah-to.

But when the soup’s simmering, we agree. Homemade is the way to go!

When the chips are down and you’re feeling blue … when winter’s chill your bones bores through … when you’re dragged down by a cold or flu … hot tomato soup is what to do!

Like chicken noodle, tomato soup is a consummerate comfort food. Paired with a toasted cheese sandwich, does soothing the heart and keeping meat on the bones get much better on a chilly night?

I’m a big fan of tomato soup. Campbell’s rocks! However, am not a fan of the high sugar content. (Actually, have never understood why Campell’s adds so much sugar to its tomato soup save to satisfy the American palate that equates sugar with flavor. Sad.)

So I searched around and found a simple yet so satisfying Roasted Tomato Soup sans sugar on Food Network.

Let’s get cookin’!

1. As luck had it, there were already 2 pounds of cherry tomatoes from Costco in the fridge. They hadn’t made it into salads or smoothies as planned and the skins were beginning to crinkle — the perfect excuse and use for a soup

2 pounds of aging cherry tomatoes

2. Each tomato is sliced in half and laid in a roasting pan coated on the bottom with parchment paper. Foil would also do. Good thing I love to cook cuz slicin’ 2 pounds of little tomatoes gets, well, a little tedious! 🙂

3. On top of the tomatoes are slices of 1 medium white onion. And I weep like a little girl who just lost her best friend.

4. Plus 6 cloves of garlic, peeled. No need to chop. Spot a clove at knife tip?

tomatoes, onion, garlic, olive oil. salt and pepper. Simple!

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(No) Dollars to (No) Donuts

No donuts!

And a mouthful of gab from a customer.

Such begins my morning in Kingman, Arizona.

Every small town needs one, has one or has a substitute/stand-in: a donut store.

Donut Depot, this one’s called, is a family-owned business that’s changed hands twice and has been in its current location on Stockton Hill Road, the town’s major artery, for five years. Location, location, location and a big improvement from its former digs on the north side of town.

Now, donuts as a topic is one unto itself. Today’s not the day to discuss the attributes and characteristics of a fine donut. That can wait.

Today’s about: no donuts! So read the notes scrawled on 8 x 11-1/2″ paper taped to the doors’ windows. “We are all sold out of donuts. We have none.” And smushed into the corner: “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

It happens here not infrequently. It’s a small shop with a night-time baker who produces x-dozens of donuts as most of the world slumbers. No frozen dough. Fresh dough, fresh donuts.

A run of a handful of customers buying 3, 4, 5 dozen at a swipe will wipe ’em out, which is reportedly what happened this morning, early. Before 9 early. Leaving Donut Depot with 4-5 hours of business operations … and not a crumb of a donut … or crumb donut … in sight.

To be fair, Donut Depot has other foods. “Real” foods. Nutritional foods. Like omelets. Sandwiches. Subs. Salads. Chicken strips. Breakfast burritos. Hamburgers. Patty melts. Your basic limited diner fare.

Oh, and coffee. Another topic for another day, definitely. For now, take the word “rugged” and chew on that for a spell. Or order the coffee. Same difference.

So the deal is, Donut Depot with no donuts. Not a one. Not even a donut hole! Just a hole in the center of the shop where they’d normally be.

And a mouthful of gap from the 65-ish woman, a regular customer who loves to bake — and eat — as evidenced by her considerable girth. If 80 pounds slipped off her frame, she’d not miss it. Her husband, she yakked, is like 350. He couldn’t come this visit. I forget why. I know it wasn’t because he was too busy pumping iron at the gym.

She was one of those who’ll tell ya every intimate and uninteresting detail of Aunt Jo’s sciatica if you lend an ear. I put a stop to her diarrhea of the mouth before my eyes glazed over.

Speaking of glaze, no donuts, glazed or otherwise, today!

But it’s a trip not entirely wasted. But the coffee’s consistently and reliably awful. Black rotgut that could awaken the dead. Not even the best donut in town can do that.