Round here, we eat a lot of soup. And our soup is never a delicate broth, but a thick, hearty meal in a bowl - what Rachael Ray would call "stoup". (Why do people rag on Rachael Ray? I have my theories.) My mother's family referred to it as "Aitin' soup" - there's both aiting and drinking in it. And if you make big batches, there's always something to eat.
Last week, I made one of my favorite quick-enough dishes: pumpkin and sweet potato curry with chickpeas. It ended up a little thin, but still tasty.
The next day, looking to beef it up, I defrosted a package of spinach, squeezed it out, and stirred it in. Now the soupy curry was a thicker stew. It tasted meatier, somehow.
On day three, it didn't look like we had quite enough. I stirred in a 24-ounce can of fire-roasted tomatoes. Delicious! All the flavors had had a chance to meld, and the tomatoes added a lovely sweeter edge.
The progression of plain to spinach to tomatoes is definitely one I'm going to follow again, next time perhaps with a more Italian flavor. Variety without effort is just what I'm often looking for in the middle of the week.