Healthy Tomato Bisque

Healthy Tomato Bisque could be just the gluten free and lacto ovo vegetarian recipe you've been looking for. This recipe serves 6 and costs $1.17 per serving. This side dish has 262 calories, 12g of protein, and 10g of fat per serving. 3263 people have made this recipe and would make it again. If you have garlic, crushed red pepper, canned tomatoes, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes about 30 minutes. It is brought to you by A Spicy Perspective. Overall, this recipe earns a solid spoonacular score of 72%. Users who liked this recipe also liked Quick & Healthy Tomato Bisque, Quick & Healthy Tomato Bisque with Quinoa, and 20-Minute Healthy Tomato Bisque Soup.

Servings: 6

Preparation duration: 5 minutes

Cooking duration: 25 minutes

 

Ingredients:

2 Tb. butter

15 oz. can cannellini beans, drained

28 oz. can diced or crushed tomatoes

32 oz. chicken stock (or vegetable stock)

1/4 tsp. crushed red pepper

1 bunch fresh basil leaves

5 cloves garlic, peeled and minced

1/4 cup heavy cream

1 large onion, chopped

Salt and pepper

1 Tb. tomato paste

Equipment:

pot

immersion blender

sieve

Cooking instruction summary:

Place the butter, onions and garlic in a large sauce pot over medium-low heat. Saute for 5-8 minutes to soften. Stir occasionally.Then add the tomatoes, tomato paste, basil leaves, chicken stock, beans, and crushed red pepper. Turn the heat up to medium-high and simmer for 20 minutes, stir occasionally.Turn off the heat. Using an immersion blender, puree the the soup until completely smooth. Taste and salt and pepper as needed.Then add the cream and stir to combine.Serve as is, or pour through a sieve for an even finer creamy texture. 

 

Step by step:


1. Place the butter, onions and garlic in a large sauce pot over medium-low heat.

2. Saute for 5-8 minutes to soften. Stir occasionally.Then add the tomatoes, tomato paste, basil leaves, chicken stock, beans, and crushed red pepper. Turn the heat up to medium-high and simmer for 20 minutes, stir occasionally.Turn off the heat. Using an immersion blender, puree the the soup until completely smooth. Taste and salt and pepper as needed.Then add the cream and stir to combine.

3. Serve as is, or pour through a sieve for an even finer creamy texture. 


Nutrition Information:

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262k Calories
11g Protein
9g Total Fat
34g Carbs
10% Health Score
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Calories
262k
13%

Fat
9g
15%

  Saturated Fat
5g
33%

Carbohydrates
34g
11%

  Sugar
9g
11%

Cholesterol
28mg
9%

Sodium
649mg
28%

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Protein
11g
24%

Manganese
0.71mg
35%

Potassium
955mg
27%

Fiber
6g
26%

Copper
0.52mg
26%

Iron
4mg
24%

Vitamin B3
4mg
21%

Vitamin B6
0.42mg
21%

Vitamin C
15mg
19%

Folate
77µg
19%

Magnesium
74mg
19%

Vitamin E
2mg
18%

Phosphorus
169mg
17%

Vitamin B1
0.24mg
16%

Vitamin K
16µg
15%

Vitamin B2
0.25mg
15%

Vitamin A
689IU
14%

Calcium
122mg
12%

Zinc
1mg
10%

Selenium
5µg
9%

Vitamin B5
0.58mg
6%

covered percent of daily need
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