I lost the baby.
Eight weeks. Raspberry-sized, the app said. I'll never eat another raspberry.
It started on Tuesday. Cramping. Spotting. The clinical part of my brain said: this is what a miscarriage feels like. The rest of me said: no. No. No.
I called Dr. Ramachandran from the hospital pharmacy bathroom, standing between shelves of medications that can fix almost anything except this. She told me to come in. Raj drove. Neither of us spoke.
The ultrasound was quiet. Last week there was a flicker. This week, nothing. The screen was still and dark and Dr. Ramachandran said, gently, "I'm sorry, Priya. There's no heartbeat."
I didn't cry in the office. I didn't cry in the car. I cried at home, in the bathroom, sitting on the floor — the same floor where I found out I was pregnant, the same floor where the first test was negative — and Raj sat outside the door and waited because he knew I needed to be alone and he knew he needed to be close and both things were true.
I took three days off work and told Amma I had the flu. She offered to bring soup. I said no. She brought soup anyway — rasam, in a steel thermos, left on the doorstep with a note that said "Drink when warm." She didn't ring the bell. She didn't come in. She just left the rasam.
Mothers know.
I haven't cooked since Tuesday. I can't. The kitchen, which is usually the place where I make sense of things, makes no sense right now. The pots are wrong. The spices are wrong. Everything is wrong and I am wrong and the raspberry is gone.
Raj held me on Wednesday night and said, "We can try again. When you're ready." And I wanted to scream that I was ready NOW, that the wanting doesn't stop because the having did, that my body failed and my mind knows the statistics — one in four pregnancies, common, normal, not your fault — but my heart doesn't speak statistics.
I drank Amma's rasam. It was peppery and hot and it burned going down and I thought: this is what it tastes like to survive something. Bitter and sharp and necessary.
I'll cook again. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But I'll cook again. Because that's what we do. We lose things, and we stand in the kitchen, and we make something, and we eat, and we continue.
But not today.
I’m not ready to make rasam yet—Amma’s rasam, the real one, takes a kind of stillness I don’t have right now. But I needed something in that same spirit: hot, peppery, honest, something that burns just enough to remind you that you’re still here. This chickpea tomato soup is what I made the first day I was able to stand at the stove again. It’s not Amma’s recipe, but it has the same intention behind it—black pepper for heat, tomato for body, a little cumin that smells like every kitchen I’ve ever loved. It doesn’t fix anything. It just keeps you company.
Chickpea Tomato Soup
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 25 minutes | Total Time: 35 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 2 tablespoons olive oil or ghee
- 1 medium yellow onion, finely diced
- 4 garlic cloves, minced
- 1 teaspoon cumin seeds (or 3/4 teaspoon ground cumin)
- 1/2 teaspoon ground coriander
- 1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric
- 3/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, plus more to taste
- 1/4 teaspoon red chili flakes (optional)
- 1 (28-ounce) can crushed tomatoes
- 2 (15-ounce) cans chickpeas, drained and rinsed
- 3 cups vegetable broth (low sodium)
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
- 1 teaspoon lemon juice or tamarind paste
- Fresh cilantro, for serving (optional)
Instructions
- Soften the aromatics. Warm the oil or ghee in a medium heavy-bottomed pot over medium heat. Add the onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and lightly golden, about 8 minutes.
- Bloom the spices. Add the garlic and cumin seeds and cook for 1 minute until fragrant. Stir in the coriander, turmeric, black pepper, and chili flakes (if using). Cook for another 30 seconds, keeping the heat steady so the spices don’t burn.
- Build the soup. Pour in the crushed tomatoes and stir well, scraping up anything stuck to the bottom of the pot. Add the chickpeas and vegetable broth. Bring to a gentle boil, then reduce heat to low.
- Simmer. Let the soup simmer uncovered for 15 minutes, stirring occasionally, until slightly thickened and the flavors have come together.
- Finish and adjust. Stir in the lemon juice or tamarind paste. Taste and adjust salt and pepper—it should have a noticeable, warming heat from the black pepper. Add more broth if you prefer a thinner consistency.
- Serve. Ladle into bowls. Scatter fresh cilantro on top if you have it, or don’t. Eat it warm. That’s enough.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 310 | Protein: 13g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 44g | Fiber: 11g | Sodium: 620mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 61 of Priya’s 30-year story
· Edison, New Jersey
Priya is a pharmacist, wife, and mom of two in Edison, New Jersey — the town she grew up in, surrounded by the sights and smells of her mother's South Indian kitchen. These days, she splits her time between the hospital pharmacy, school pickups, and her own kitchen, where she cooks nearly every night. Her style is a blend of the Tamil recipes her mother taught her and the American comfort food her kids actually want to eat. She writes about the beautiful mess of balancing two cultures on one plate — and she wants you to know that ordering pizza is also an act of love.