Lorraine Wallace - Mr. Sundays Soups

Mr. Sundays Soups

Lorraine Wallace

with Brigit Binns

Photography by Alexandra Grablewski

John Wiley & Sons, Inc.

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Copyright 2011 by Lorraine Wallace. All rights reserved.

Photography 2011 by Alexandra Grablewski

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Published simultaneously in Canada

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data:

Wallace, Lorraine.

Mr. Sundays soups / Lorraine Wallace with Brigit Binns ; photography by Alexandra Grablewski.

p. cm.

Includes index.

ISBN 978-0-470-64022-7 (pbk.); ISBN 978-0-470-94565-0 (ebk.); ISBN 978-0-470-94566-7 (ebk.); ISBN 978-0-470-94567-4 (ebk.)

1. Soups. 2. Wallace, Chris. I. Binns, Brigit Legere. II. Title.

TX757.W42 2011

641.813dc22

2010015686

Printed in the United States of America

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

To Mr. Sunday and our beautiful family

Acknowledgments

I am grateful to the many dedicated and talented people who helped make this book possible.

Thank you:

My husband Chris and our childrenPeter, Megan, Catherine, Andrew, Sarah, and Remickfor the love and encouragement that they give me unconditionally.

Mom, for teaching me to always use organic vegetables, and how to cook.

My family, for both recipes and memories: Mike and Mary Wallace, Kappy Leonard, Pauline and Richard Bourgeois, and Jennifer Wallace.

My friends the Dubins, Mariella Trager, Pamela Ginsberg, Arline Eltzroth, Tracy Hackett, Adam Maer, Ronald Braso, and Chantima Suka for sharing their favorite soups.

Chef Martin at Round Hill; the Hillwood Museum; the Jockey Club; Betsy Larsen of Larsen's Fish Market, and Frank Pellegrino of Rao's, for giving me recipes for soups that I have enjoyed at their establishments over the years.

My agent Michael Psaltis, of the Culinary Cooperative, who always helped me with the details and never let me lose sight of the big picture.

Brigit Binns, for her culinary artistry and her friendship.

My editor, Justin Schwartz, for his vision and professionalism.

My publisher, John Wiley & Sons, for believing in this project and making my vision come true with all their hard work.

Photographer Michael Bennett Kress, of MBK & Associates, for his keen eye.

Foreword

by Chris Wallace

Meals have always been important for the Wallace family. When Lorraine and I married in 1997, we had to blend our two families. I had four childrenshe had two. And four of them were between the ages of 9 and 12. Our meals could be raucous affairs, but we were always together. And I don't think it's an overstatement to say we created our version of the Brady Bunch around the kitchen table.

In a sense, this was continuing a Wallace family tradition. When I was little, I didn't see much of my father, because my parents divorced early in my life. As I got older, so much of our getting to know each other involved meals. When I was thirteen, my father would take me every few weeks to Toots Shor's, a legendary watering hole in New York City where famous athletes hung out. To be honest, I was more excited about getting to see Frank Gifford or Willie Mays or Howard Cosell. But eventually, over slabs of roast beef, I got to know My Old Man. And gradually, this "stranger" became a big part of my life.

Now, we've had a very close relationship for decades. But still when I see him in New York or up in Martha's Vineyard in the summer, the best timesthe times when we really talkare at the table. For all the Wallaces, meals aren't just when we eat. It's where we congregate, catch up, and have our best conversations. It's where we live the traditions of our family.

Which brings me to Mr. Sunday's Soups . As Lorraine will tell you, Sunday Soup was her solution to the problem of how to get her busy teenager and her tired husband together on Sundays. It would be late in the morning when I'd come home from the studio, tired after getting up at 5:15 a.m. and grilling some big official. Remick would just be rolling out of bed and gearing up for an energetic day of sports. Soup was Lorraine's way to bring us together. And we all loved it.

Our Sunday Soups have become one of the most treasured times of my week. Here's how it goes: when I get home, I'm out of my suit and tie in about a minute, and then we all sit around the table to share our daythe one I've just had and the one Lorraine and Remick are beginning. We all enjoy one of Lorraine's wonderful soups (I never know what she is going to surprise me with that week). Then I go upstairs with the Washington Post, the New York Times, and Winston, our yellow Labrador. Soon, he's snoring by my side, while I'm reading the paper, and the sun is streaming into the bedroom. I'll read until I get tired, and then take a long nap. It's the soup, the paper, and the dog. And just writing about it, I get the warmest, happiest feeling. My job requires so much psychic energy and adrenaline. But now, I'm full of warm soup made by my favorite girl, reading the paper, my dog is sleeping beside me. It's the best part of the week.