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Last week, fall weather finally fell, and along with wrapping myself in sweaters and admiring the changing leaves on my Brooklyn block, I was craving soup. Particularly tomato soup, and mostly because I had a fresh loaf of sourdough and a generous hunk of Jarlsberg cheese (cue Adrian Grenier in The Devil Wears Prada) hanging out in my kitchen. The grilled cheese plan was sorted, but the one thing I was missing? Actual tomato soup.
Sure, I could have opened my front door, run down the block to any one of my neighborhood’s fancy grocery stores, and picked up an artisanal blend of basil and nightshades—but did I mention it’s fall, and there’s a chill in the air? So instead, I opened my pantry cabinet doors and spotted a jar of Rao’s Roasted Red Pepper Tomato Sauce. And what is tomato soup but a thinned down tomato sauce anyway, right? I also found some vegetable stock in my pantry. This could work.