In America, we rock summertime barbeque. Hamburgers, ribs and the sacrosanct tofu pup all roast under our fair dominion. But soups are not quite within the purview.
Austin's very own authority on the subject is trying to change that. His name is David Ansel, known to many as The Soup Peddler. He rose to fame locally in 2002 by delivering homemade soup to residents of Bouldin Creek (atop a yellow bicycle, of course, with a tenuously attached cooler trailing behind him).
David's culinary operation has grown enormously since then, and his kitchen and delivery service now occupy a storefront off of South 1st Street. Several Soup Peddler vehicles park outside, a reminder that the business can field an average of 700 delivery requests per week.
If you didn't already know that soup is hot fun in the summertime, you will soon. Read on, as David waxes poetic about boiled carcasses! Sweet!
Where are summer soups popular? And what kind of soups are they?
There are some pretty solid American traditions of summer soup-eating… in the northeast and northwest, chowders are pretty much seasonless. The northwest’s summer halibut and salmon runs makes this a deep tradition, and halibut bones are the best fish stock bones I’ve ever had. Gumbo, as well, is a cherished soup throughout the summer, as are many gulf coast seafood soups. In Maryland, where I grew up, crab soup is a summer thing only, eaten in any temperature with Old Bay seasoning to match. I find that picante personalities are common in the summer for hot soups. Cold soups, with pretty rare exceptions, suck. I mean, they’re good food, but they miss huge parts of the subjective value of soup… most are stockless, and there’s no steam, none of that nurturing sensibility.
This is the first summer since your 2002 opening that The Soup Peddler will remain open for business. What led you to take this chance?
Foolishness and greed, perhaps. On the other hand, I want to keep my staff, I want them to feel secure and not have to rebuild the business every fall. I also changed our menu to include (now mostly) non-soup items… casseroles, desserts, salads, and the like. That was supposed to be the way we’d become more seasonless as a business, and the success of that play remains to be seen.
Long story short, the summer is already, at this early date, proving to be a formidable enemy to the health of this company. Public perception of the business changed last fall from being “the little engine that could” to being “corporate” and very successful, and a lot of the devoted Soupies felt that we didn’t NEED their support like in the past. But as a small local business, we literally need support from Austin to keep doing what we’re doing, pursuing our ambitions and passions.
You've traveled all over the world tasting, tasting and tasting. What's the most unusual soup you've ever tried?
I haven’t ever had bird’s nest soup, shark fin soup, or any such weirdness… I don’t think that in my travels I’ve really had anything too bizarre. Probably the most unusual setting for a soup was a beef stew that I ate at a random village in Lesotho about three days into a five day walkabout. This was WAY off the beaten path, where only beaten horse paths led from village to village and I was the first gringo that most of the children (and likely some of the adults) had ever seen. The stew was in a big cast iron pot set into coals in the middle of the village, and was unbelievably delicious. This was a place where “buying local” is not a virtue, it’s a necessity.
What's the strongest personal connection you've had with a fellow soup maker? Do most soupmakers share a similar personality profile?
I think that my favorite peer in the soupmaking world is Pat Solley, of Tacoma Park, Maryland. Her website is one of my main inspirations for recipe hunting. It seems like soupmakers are patient people who appreciate the alchemy of human effort… like gardeners, they like to patiently watch things change and make subtle refinements. Strangely, the best soup essay I’ve ever read was from Dwight David Eisenhower, describing how he makes stock and soup.
The motto of your business is "Soup is Love." Why? Should all of us stop dating and start cooking?
Finding joy in cooking for yourself and your loved ones is a great way to turn a daily chore (feeding yourself) into a daily pleasure.
What's your preferred comfort soup?
Chicken broth.
What kind of soup is your summertime favorite? What are the ingredients?
Maryland crab soup. It’s basically an empty-the-fridge vegetable soup, with either beef or fish stock, flavored with copious amounts of Old Bay seasoning, filled with crab meat and cracked crabs (those are entire blue crabs, top shell off, gutted and gilled, and cracked in half)
Can you give us a preview of what you'll be serving for the next few months?
I wish I knew… we have a pretty good litany of cold soups and summer-friendly soups, probably a bunch of fish and seafood soups (since halibut bones are plentiful this time of year), and of course our homestyle entrees, casseroles, salads, and desserts. We have sort of come to specialize in Italian and Coonass recipes… eggplant parm, veggie lasagna, pasta dishes and sauces and gumbo, etouffee, jambalaya and the like.
When we talked, you described soup stocks as "magical". Discuss! (Please.)
Magical, sort of… I’ll use the same term I used above… alchemical. I came up with something brilliant [before] but can’t remember it now. Basically, you take rotting carcasses, add water, cook for twelve hours, and harvest liquid gold.
Do human beings (or life circumstances) ever remind you of a
particular soup, or an element of soupmaking? If so, can you give
examples?
Oh, sure, too many to relate. There are probably some examples in my book. I think of myself as the Chauncey Gardener of soupmaking. If you’ve ever read “Being There”, you’ll remember how Chauncey, a bit of a savant, described everything in life in terms of gardening and suddenly everyone thought he was a genius. Gardening metaphors and soup metaphors are pretty interchangeable, as they are art plus nature multiplied by time. Family, friendship, and love are like that too.
What do you do when people ask you for your recipes?
I just tell them the list of ingredients and tell them to use their powers of subjectivity to put them together. I also have a cookbook/novel with 35 recipes. I don’t like recipes with numbers so much, so when I teach soupmaking I teach more about the art as opposed to the painting by numbers. The book, though, is not a cookbook so much as it is a tale of South Austin and the unlikely story of the legend-making time of the early days of the business. It’s a very sweet story.
What's the highest compliment you've ever received about a batch of yer soup?
That’s tough. I’ve received a lot of personal messages from Soupies that I don’t publish that describe how our soup gave them solace during mourning, or otherwise offered a moment of reflection that helped them changed their perspective on life. Those are the very deep, meditative moments of soup at its best. They never happen with cold soups.
The people clearly must have their soup! How do Austinites order it? Do they get it by the bowlful? How much does it cost?
We take orders each week for the following week on our website. We sell soups by the quart and entrees and stuff feed 2-4 people. Soups range from $8 to $16 a quart, depending on what’s in them. You can pick up or receive delivery…the details are online.
Next week: we reveal a recipe for gazpacho. Stay tuned...
The Soup Peddler
501 West Mary Street
(512) 373-7672
Hrs: M-Th 11-1, 5-7
photos courtesy of D. Ansel

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I'm no soup Nazi, but here's a helpful suggestion David can take with however many grains of salt he wishes: DELETE beans from your chili recipe. Beans in chili are like Aggies in Austin: Why are they there and how can we get them out?
Understood... in our defense, though, taking beans out of our veggie chili would be like taking right wing freaks out of Wyoming... there wouldn't be anything left! Our beef chili, FYI, is appropriately bean-less, and rocks the casbah.