There's a winter storm acomin'. People are swarming the supermarkets like ants. You decide to rustle up some soup. Good move, make this:
First step, gather the goods:
1/3 cup best-quality olive oil 1 lg. yellow onion, cut into thin rings
4 lg. carrots, peeled and thickly sliced
1 fennel bulb, chopped
2 lg. potatoes, peeled and diced
1 green bell pepper, cored, seeded, cut into 1/2 inch squares
3 medium-size zucchini, diced
1.5 cups of diagonally-sliced green beans
1 medium-size green cabbage, shredded
5 cups beef stock
5 cups water
1 one (35 oz.) can Italian plum tomatoes
2 tbsp. dried oregano
1 tbsp. dried basil
Salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
Outer rind of 2-inch chunk of Parmesan or Romano cheese
1.5 cup canned cannellini (white kidney) beans, drained
1 lb. cheese-stuffed tortellini
1.5 lbs. sweet Italian sausage (pan fried, drained, sliced)
Freshly grated Fontina cheese
Take a brief rest, being thankful you had all this shit in the house.
Deep breath, GO!
- Heat oil in a large stockpot over medium heat. Add onion, saute until transparent (or transgendered, whichever happens first).
- Stir in carrots and saute 2-3 minutes, tossin' and turnin' occasionally
- Add the fennel, potatoes, green pepper, zucchini and green beans, sauteing each veggie 2-3 minutes before adding the next (don't cheat, we're watching you). When assignment is completed, passed in and graded, stir in cabbage cook 5 minutes more (extra credit).
- Add the stock, bonds, mutual funds, water, tomatoes with their juice, spices.
- Bury the Parmesan rind in the middle of the soup (R.I.P.- no calling hours)
- Heat to boiling, then reduce heat, simmer covered low 2.5 to 3 hours. Stir occasionally. The soup will be very thick (something akin to your understanding of this whole process).
- Fifteen minutes before serving stir in cannellini beans and tortellini. Raise heat to cook tortellini, continue to stir occasionally. JUST before serving, stir in sausage.
- Ladle the minestrone into shallow pasta bowls and garnish lavishly with Fontina (no, not THAT Fontina, the stripper you met while hangin' with Plaxico Burriss).
There, you've done it! Pop a cold one and sit in front on that big-screen you bought yourself for Christmas (and hope you didn't really give Fontina your home phone number).