
The
Atlantic Monthly November 2002
Pursuits & Retreats
Palate
at Large
Quinoa Soup
A
traditional staple of the high, cool Andes
by Corby Kummer
.....
I recently
watched a scene of ancient beauty in the Andean highlands of Ecuador: women
reaching skyward to pour just-threshed quinoa from shallow baskets onto
blankets, so that the wind would winnow the wide streams of falling grain.
They knelt to gather up the grain back into their baskets, and then let it
fall once more before they set it aside in a pile.
I had traveled four hours south of Quito on
bumpy, spectacularly scenic roads to see at close hand the harvest of a grain
I ate ten or so years ago, when chefs eager to use a "new" native
crop embraced quinoa (pronounced keen-wah) as part of their New
American cooking. The tiny, straw-yellow kernels, which look like plumped
sesame seeds, occupied a place that had recently been held by hand-gathered
wild rice and was soon to be taken by amaranth. (Today the novelty starch is
Israeli couscous, pasta beads as big as giant tapioca.)
I never warmed to amaranth, but I did develop
a taste for quinoa. It has some of the nutty flavor of wild rice but a less
challenging texture, with a moment of caviar crunch before each bite becomes a
pliant mouthful. It's pretty, too: each grain has a pearlescent halo, which
turns out to be the extremely nutritious germ. Quinoa became my second
favorite novelty grain after buckwheat (with its matchless toasted
heartiness), but after a few home experiments I forgot about it. Then I
learned of a newly available organic quinoa not only more environmentally
responsible but also better than any I'd tasted. This was the quinoa I saw
being winnowed on that volcanic hillside, where the sky seemed very close.
My guide was the importer, a Chicagoan named
Bob Leventry, who had served for two years in Ecuador as a Peace Corps
volunteer with his wife, Marjorie, a nutritionist, after retiring as the head
of an insurance company. They wanted to carry on the work they had done there,
and looked for a way to help the Andean farmers they saw being cheated by
middlemen; they also wanted to further the cause of organic farming.
The couple found a group of farmers within
broadcast range of ERPE, a progressive radio station based in the lively
provincial capital of Riobamba. In the early 1960s an activist monsignor had
founded the station to teach literacy and basic subjects to indigenous
populations; it also aired music, of course, and lots of local interviews and
news. In the 1980s ERPE became an independent nonprofit station with a wider
social-service agenda. It broadcast lessons in modern organic-farming
techniques, for example, and invited listeners to visit a model farm where
ERPE grew, among other native crops, quinoa.
Bob Leventry promised ERPE that his new
company, Inca Organics, would sell all the quinoa ERPE's listeners could grow.
In just a few years they have had remarkable success, and not simply because
Marjorie persuasively emphasizes what a nutritional powerhouse quinoa is.
(Quinoa is not a true grain but the seed of a leafy plant; unlike grains,
which lack at least one essential amino acid, it offers a complete source of
protein, and because it is unrelated to wheat, people sensitive to gluten can
eat it.) The company has succeeded because Inca Organics quinoa is cleaner,
fresher, sweeter, and livelier tasting than the kind most health-food markets
sell. (The Web site, www.IncaOrganics.com,
gives links to mail-order sources and stores that stock it; the phone number
is 312-575-9880.)
The Ecuadorian farmers have benefited too. In
1997, the first year of the ERPE quinoa experiment, 220 families took part;
last year 4,025 families grew quinoa for Inca Organics. Each family keeps one
third of its production for its own use. Last month ERPE received the Slow
Food Award for biodiversity at a ceremony in Turin, for its pioneering
combination of radio and on-site farming help.
When the day's work was finished, the Mocha
Pingos, the farm family I visited, served us a soup—a staple in the high,
cool Andes. The family soup was nearly clear, a pale orange with bright orange
flecks of achiote, or annatto seed, sautéed in lard to concentrate and mellow
its slightly peppery flavor. I've adapted a recipe from Marjorie Leventry, who
for ease uses cumin and paprika where the family would use achiote; in Soup:
A Way of Life, Barbara Kafka gives instructions for annatto butter,
a primary component of the fantastic variety of Ecuadorian soups she
discovered.
For four servings of traditional quinoa soup,
heat one tablespoon of oil in a large saucepan over medium heat. Sauté in the
warm oil half a cup of chopped green onion, keeping an inch of the green, or
yellow onion; three garlic cloves, smashed, peeled, and chopped; half a
teaspoon each of cumin and paprika (or one tablespoon of Kafka's annatto
butter); and half a teaspoon of dried oregano. Stir for five minutes or so,
until the onion is thoroughly wilted. Add half a cup of well-rinsed quinoa,
five and a half cups of water, one teaspoon of kosher salt, half a pound of
peeled floury (baking) potatoes cut into half-inch cubes, and a cup of chopped
cabbage or any hearty greens. Cover and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and
simmer for twenty minutes, or until the potatoes are soft. Stir in a
tablespoon of minced cilantro and serve.
This simple soup is surprisingly satisfying.
Optional stir-in ingredients, of the kind at markets and soup stands in
Ecuador, include ground roasted peanuts, diced avocado, and crumbled fresh
cheese similar to Mexican queso blanco. I won't give directions for the
special ingredient the family put in our soup as a sign of respect for
visitors: guinea pig, the Ecuadorian answer to chicken. Some native traditions
translate better than others.