January. The tree came down on Saturday and Liam watched from the floor with an expression I can only describe as bereaved. He had made his peace with the tree over the preceding three weeks—learned which ornaments were his to examine (the soft ones we left on the low branches for him, deliberately) and which were not—and now we were deconstructing it and putting it in boxes and the lights went off and the corner was just a corner again. He looked at the empty corner for a while. Then he crawled to it and sat in it, in the spot where the tree had been, which is either a commentary on loss or on real estate. Possibly both.
Nine and a half months. He's trying to stand independently—will hold onto the table and then let go and stand for two, three, four seconds before dropping to sitting. He knows he's doing something and he knows he's doing it himself and he looks at me every time like he's checking whether I saw. I always see. I'm always watching.
Work has shifted into January: the after-holiday quality of the floor where some patients come back and some don't. Margaret came back. Her markers are still down. She walked in with a tin of cookies she'd baked herself and handed them to the nursing station and said "Happy New Year" with the particular confidence of someone who has had a good scan. We did a crossword. Seven across was "January thaw." We got it in one.
Minestrone on Sunday with the good winter vegetables. Kale, white beans, canned tomatoes, Parmesan rind in the broth. The kind of soup that tastes like someone is taking care of you. I eat it and take care of the people on my floor. The soup is the beginning of the chain.
The minestrone I made that Sunday is something I return to all winter — and this quick ravioli and spinach soup sits in that same family of warmth, the kind of thing that comes together fast on a weeknight when you don’t have much left to give but still want the bowl to mean something. There’s something about soft pasta floating in a garlicky, tomato-rich broth with greens that feels like tending — to yourself, to the people at your table, to whatever quiet the day has left you with. If the soup is the beginning of the chain, this is where I start.
Quick Ravioli & Spinach Soup
Prep Time: 5 minutes | Cook Time: 20 minutes | Total Time: 25 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
- 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes
- 1 can (15 oz) cannellini beans, drained and rinsed
- 4 cups low-sodium chicken or vegetable broth
- 1 teaspoon Italian seasoning
- Salt and black pepper, to taste
- 9 oz refrigerated cheese ravioli
- 3 cups fresh baby spinach
- 1/4 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese, for serving
Instructions
- Sauté the aromatics. Heat olive oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the minced garlic and red pepper flakes and cook, stirring, for about 1 minute until fragrant — do not let the garlic brown.
- Build the broth. Add the diced tomatoes (with their juices), cannellini beans, broth, and Italian seasoning. Stir to combine. Raise the heat and bring the soup to a gentle boil.
- Cook the ravioli. Add the refrigerated ravioli directly to the boiling broth. Cook according to package directions, typically 4–6 minutes, until the pasta is tender and cooked through.
- Add the spinach. Reduce heat to low. Stir in the baby spinach and let it wilt for 1–2 minutes. Taste the broth and season with salt and black pepper as needed.
- Serve. Ladle into bowls and top each with freshly grated Parmesan. Serve immediately with crusty bread if desired.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 340 | Protein: 16g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 46g | Fiber: 6g | Sodium: 680mg