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Every autumn, when the evenings got cold, my grandfather made the same soup. It was a simple tomato soup. It was made from almost nothing. But it tasted like a warm hug.
First, he chopped one onion and two cloves of garlic. He cooked them slowly in a pot with a little olive oil. They became soft and golden.
Then he added a big can of tomatoes, a cup of vegetable stock, and a small amount of sugar. He always said, "This makes the tomato taste softer." He let it cook slowly for twenty minutes.
When it was ready, he blended the soup until it was smooth. He added salt and pepper. Sometimes he added a spoon of cream at the end. This made it more creamy.
He served the soup with a thick slice of toasted bread. He always said the same words: "Good food does not need to be complicated. It just needs a little time and attention."
