I must admit something, this is not authentic Japanese miso soup. It does not have dashi, green onions or tofu in it but it is my every-day version of this delicious and healing soup. My mom introduced me to miso soup years ago at an area called The Grange in downtown Toronto. I had never tasted anything like it. It was exotic, soothing and downright unusual! Since then, when I get a craving for this healing dish I just have to make some myself since finding it anywhere outside of mega cities will be almost impossible. If I can make this, you can make it! Let’s travel to Japan together.
These are the basic ingredients for the soup: miso, broth, mushrooms, onions, ginger, greens, onions (I used shallots because that is what I had) and noodles. The high protein content of the miso and the kamut noodles helped make up for the missing tofu but if you have tofu, use it!
Finely dice the holy trinity of healthy cooking: garlic, onions and ginger. Saute them gently in olive oil for a couple of minutes.
Add some chopped mushrooms and just cook the rawness out of them before adding some soy sauce. In Asian cooking they use their salty sauces as seasoning so you do not have to add salt as you cook.
Add a low-sodium stock, your greens and your cooked noodles.
Do not cook your miso! Instead add some of the broth to the paste and whisk until smooth. Then add the rest of the soup. If you cook the miso you lose the healing properties! And I suggest a medium miso, the light ones taste very yeasty and the very dark ones are too strong. I like the medium reddish miso so that is what I personally recommend.
It may have been bright yesterday but wow, was it ever cold and chilling to the bone. All those greens, noodles and miso put me back on the path to good health. Miso soup can be made many ways, make it your own! I had a friend who would just warm up broth and add it to the miso and have that plain soup as breakfast every morning. Miso is a super food that can not be replaced by anything else. Every time I taste it, it takes me back to hanging out with my mom in Toronto with a little dash of Japan sprinkled on top.
Food is transformative. Food is magic.