I've just checked weather.com and according to the map over there, not a single part of the continental United States has any sun right now. (Darn Hawaii.) So let's all take a collective breath and remember, February is the shortest month of the year for a reason.
It is nasty out there today - New York City's streets have those all-too-familiar rain ponds at every street corner and the wind keeps whipping the rain horizontally, so it sneaks under your flabby umbrella and smacks you (gently) in the face. It's one thing to have velvety snow falling in large clumps and turning a loud city into a muffled wonderland. It's another entirely to wake up to flooded subways and dank, drippy shoes.
If I could, I'd stay home on days like today, baking bread and futzing around the apartment in felted slippers, planning trips to warmer climes. Instead, I've decided to just give myself up to the cold and wet. Such is winter, such is life. Why fight it? It'll be gone before too long. I'm grateful right now that I have pretty pink tulips in a vase to come home to, smooth wooden floors underfoot in the morning that feel so fresh and cool, and pure sunshine in the form of potato soup to warm me.
Sunshine? Potato soup? Come again?
My readers in Germany will probably be as perplexed as I was when I
first saw this soup come together. After all, we're used to potato soup
being a wan and wintry sort of thing. Flecked with parsley and small
discs of hot dogs, Kartoffelsuppe is delicious, no doubt, but
not a stunner in the looks department. It's rib-sticking in a way that
is absolutely essential in the dark winter months, but I wouldn't
exactly call it sultry.
This soup, however? Practically
flaunts its hot, sunny curves in a mini-bikini by comparison. This
is Spain's answer to that northern stuff. Instead of onions and Wuerstchen, it has garlic and silky Serrano. Instead of pallid milk or cream for thickening, it has toasted almonds pulverized to a chewy grit. Shot through and through with gossamer shards of saffron, ground finely in the palm of your hand, this potato soup is gutsy and brazen. It parades around on peep-toe stilettos, shows off its admirable cleavage, practically throws itself at you.
It is, pardon me, the sexiest soup I've ever eaten.
Make it, and your house, so cold when you first came home, will warm quickly with the scent of fried garlic, toasting almonds, and shreds of Serrano giving up their porky oils to the pan. Eat it, scraping the bottom of the bowl most impolitely, and you'll feel your cheeks flush. The texture is both silky and coarse, and the flavor (the flavor!) is irresistibly complex. I don't think I've enjoyed dinner this much in a long time.
Just watch out: it might make you do things you can't be held responsible for afterwards, like booking a last-minute flight to Barcelona. Such is the power of soup like this. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Potato Soup With Fried Almonds
Serves 4 as an appetizer, or 2 for supper
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1/2 cup whole blanched almonds
6 large garlic cloves
1/3 cup finely diced Serrano ham
1 1/2 pounds Yukon Gold potatoes, cut into irregular 1 1/2-inch chunks
4 cups chicken broth
1 pinch saffron, pulverized in a mortar
Salt and pepper
2 teaspoons sherry vinegar (or more to taste)
2 tablespoons chopped flat-leaf parsley
1.
Heat the olive oil in a 3-quart saucepan over medium heat. Add the
almonds and garlic and cook until golden, 5 minutes. Spoon out the
almonds and garlic; reserve. Add the ham to the pan and cook for 1
minute. Add the potatoes and cook for another minute. Pour in the
chicken broth and bring to a boil, skimming off any foam that rises to
the surface. Reduce the heat and simmer.
2. In a food processor, grind the almonds and garlic. Add all but 2 tablespoons to the soup. Steep the saffron in a few tablespoons of the soup broth for 2 minutes; then add to the soup. Season with salt and pepper and cook until about half the potatoes have disintegrated, about 35 minutes. Skim the soup regularly.
3. Using the back of a spoon, crush some of the potatoes to thicken the soup. Add the vinegar to the reserved garlic mixture and stir it into the soup. Add the parsley. Cook for a minute. Taste and adjust seasoning.





Hubba Bubba....!
Posted by: Rehana | February 13, 2008 at 02:16 PM
... is it warm in here or is it just me? WOW.
Posted by: Jennifer Hess | February 13, 2008 at 02:20 PM
Oh, gosh. That really does look perfect for a day like today.
Posted by: Julie | February 13, 2008 at 02:42 PM
Anything that makes me want to hop on a plane to Barcelona is just the bowl of sunshine I've been looking for.
Posted by: Lisa (Homesick Texan) | February 13, 2008 at 03:29 PM
I love this post. Seriously? Barcelona? WHEN? can I join? I also want to make this ASAP
Posted by: gemma | February 13, 2008 at 03:34 PM
This is one of my favorite soup recipes...was glad to see you post about it! It's also delicious when pureed (I like using a hand blender).
Posted by: Connor | February 13, 2008 at 03:54 PM
Oh goodness. This sounds incredible!
Posted by: aileen | February 13, 2008 at 05:49 PM
That soup is gorgeous, as is your prose. I think I know what I'm making for dinner tonight!
Posted by: Liz | February 13, 2008 at 06:26 PM
Just when you think you know everything about soup, along comes this one and knocks your socks off! Can't wait to try it.
Posted by: Lydia (The Perfect Pantry) | February 13, 2008 at 08:02 PM
Don't hate me but... it was sunny here in Berkeley today. Windy by the end of the day, but super pretty sunny.
However, sun or no, February still needs to end. Bring on soup.
Posted by: Leah | February 13, 2008 at 08:09 PM
Oh my, it's just gorgeous! You've got me dreaming of marcona almonds too!
Posted by: Mercedes | February 13, 2008 at 09:27 PM
What a great looking soup.
Posted by: Helene | February 14, 2008 at 01:06 AM
Wow, that looks amazing!
As for the weather, I recommend wellington boots. I bought a pair in hot pink last summer when the weather was rotten over here. Really practical but man do people stare at you...
Posted by: Honeybee | February 14, 2008 at 10:45 AM
I've always felt March was worse than February. So long and so cold and no birthdays in sight. Will make this soup in a couple of weeks - or book a last-minute flight to somewhere nice and warm. Maybe both?
Posted by: Drew | February 14, 2008 at 11:29 AM
What a great post Luisa! Seriously good stuff. Thanks for that spot of sunshine :-) And yeah, I'll be trying this. There's been a potato soup battle raging for months in our house. Isaac thinks it sounds like the dreamiest thing ever, I know that potato soup is sad and sullen, therefore, there has been no potato soup and simmering tater-induced tensions. Something tells me this is the soup to return peace to our humble home!
Posted by: ann | February 14, 2008 at 12:10 PM
Oh, I love that soup. In fact I love everything in that book. And oh, how I wish I was in Barcelona now...
Posted by: Melissa | February 14, 2008 at 12:35 PM
It's a soup that's a bit tarty.
Rimshot!
That's a nice bowl of grub you got there. and seriously, this was a fantastic post. Keep up the great writing.
Posted by: Anne | February 14, 2008 at 04:17 PM
With a write-up like that, how can I NOT make it and try it for myself?! Sounds amazing.
Posted by: aforkfulofspaghetti | February 15, 2008 at 08:39 AM
I just made this soup. It is unique and will be great for the coming week (I doubled the recipe!). However, it may be a little too subtle for my tastes. It reminds me a of Indian potato daal but without the strong comforting flavors that i'm used to.
Posted by: devaleena | February 18, 2008 at 11:07 PM
I just wanted to say, I went to a dinner party where someone made this (and told me about you)...it was wonderful--the flavor unexpected but in a good way, like you wondered how quickly you could get a quart from bowl to belly.
Posted by: Cakespy | February 19, 2008 at 10:34 AM
wow! after reading your post (and seeing the gorgeous pics!) I just had to make this- and i did- and i am swooning...
it's absolutely delicious... thank you.
Posted by: charlotte s | February 21, 2008 at 04:34 PM
Made this again tonight, on a dark Seattle evening, and I am thinking of you in Berlin. Cheers to you, Luisa. Sending sunshine your way. xox
Posted by: tea_austen | January 19, 2010 at 10:06 PM