I have been thinking about the move. Mama and Joy are coming in February, and the thinking is consuming more of my mental bandwidth than I expected — not the logistics, which are proceeding according to the spreadsheet, but the emotional architecture of absorbing two people into a house that has been four people for twenty years. Five people. Three generations. Two bedrooms being repurposed. One kitchen that will now hold two cooks, one of whom is losing the ability to cook safely.
Robert installed grab bars in the guest bathroom this weekend — the bathroom that will be Mama's. He did it without being asked, which is becoming a pattern. Robert at fifty-one is a man who sees needs and fills them, and the fact that this attentiveness arrived after the affair is something I have stopped holding against him, because the origin of a kindness is less important than its persistence.
At the library, the adult literacy program is enrolling its first students. Twenty-three adults have signed up for the initial cohort, ranging in age from nineteen to seventy-two. The seventy-two-year-old is a woman named Bernice who told me she wants to learn to read so she can read the Bible herself instead of having the pastor read it to her. I thought of Daddy and the way he read Scripture to the congregation every Sunday, his voice giving the words a weight and rhythm that the printed page alone could not provide. But Bernice wants the words in her own hands, in her own time, without the intermediary of a preacher or a reader. I understand this desire. It is the same desire that made me a librarian: the belief that the ability to read is not a gift but a right, and that every person deserves direct access to the world of words.
Carrie is excelling in the world literature seminar. She wrote an essay comparing Japanese concept of wabi-sabi with the Southern sense of beauty-in-decay, and her teacher gave her the first A+ of the semester. She showed me the essay and I read it at the kitchen table and felt the specific pride of a mother who recognizes herself in her daughter's work — the careful analysis, the love of language, the willingness to draw connections across cultures. She is my daughter. She is also her own person. The two facts coexist.
I made sweet potato soup this week — pureed, velvety, seasoned with ginger and nutmeg. It is a fall soup, a transition soup, the kind that marks the change from outdoor dining to indoor dining, from salads to stews. I ladled it into bowls and served it with crusty bread and thought: this kitchen will hold more people soon. More bowls. More stories. More need. And I will rise to meet it, because that is what Simmons women do. We rise.
This is the soup I described at the end of that entry — the one I ladled into bowls while thinking about grab bars and Bernice and Carrie’s essay and all the ways a life can quietly expand when you let it. The sweet potato version I made that week was simpler, but this one — with roasted red pepper and coconut milk folded in — is the recipe I’ve returned to every fall since, because it is the kind of soup that asks something of you in the making and gives more back. If your kitchen is about to hold more people, more stories, more need, start here.
Sweet Potato Red Pepper and Coconut Milk Soup
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 35 minutes | Total Time: 50 minutes | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 2 lbs sweet potatoes (about 3 medium), peeled and cut into 1-inch cubes
- 2 large red bell peppers, seeded and roughly chopped
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon fresh ginger, grated (or 1 teaspoon ground ginger)
- 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional, for warmth)
- 1 can (13.5 oz) full-fat coconut milk
- 3 cups vegetable broth
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- Juice of 1/2 lime
- Crusty bread or toasted pepitas, for serving
Instructions
- Sweat the aromatics. Heat olive oil in a large heavy-bottomed pot or Dutch oven over medium heat. Add the diced onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and translucent, about 6 to 8 minutes. Add the garlic and grated ginger and cook for 1 minute more, until fragrant.
- Add the vegetables and spices. Add the sweet potato cubes and chopped red pepper to the pot. Sprinkle in the nutmeg, cumin, cayenne (if using), salt, and black pepper. Stir everything together so the vegetables are coated in the aromatics and spices.
- Simmer until tender. Pour in the vegetable broth and bring the pot to a boil over medium-high heat. Reduce heat to medium-low, cover, and simmer for 20 to 25 minutes, until the sweet potatoes are completely tender and yield easily to a fork.
- Blend until velvety. Remove the pot from heat. Using an immersion blender, puree the soup directly in the pot until completely smooth. Alternatively, transfer the soup in batches to a countertop blender, blending carefully with the lid held ajar to release steam.
- Stir in the coconut milk. Return the pot to low heat if needed. Pour in the coconut milk and stir until fully incorporated. Taste and adjust salt and pepper. Add the lime juice and stir once more — the acid lifts the whole pot.
- Serve. Ladle into bowls and finish with a small swirl of coconut milk, a few toasted pepitas, or a crack of fresh black pepper. Serve immediately with crusty bread alongside.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 285 | Protein: 4g | Fat: 14g | Carbs: 38g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 480mg