Spanish · dinner
35m
Total time
4
Servings
320
kcal
easy
Difficulty
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Technically yes, but stale bread holds its shape and produces a nicer texture — it absorbs the broth into tender, sponge-like pieces rather than dissolving into a slimy paste. If you only have fresh bread, spread slices on a baking sheet and dry them in a 150°C (300°F) oven for 15 minutes before using.
Pimentón de la Vera is a DOP-certified smoked sweet paprika from the La Vera valley in Extremadura, Spain — smoke-dried over oak before grinding. It is the defining flavor of this dish and cannot be substituted with unsmoked paprika without producing a noticeably different soup. Look for it in Spanish delicatessens, specialty food shops, or order online; it keeps for a year in a sealed tin.
Different dish entirely. No onions, no cheese, different base. The similarities are stale bread in broth, but French onion soup is built on caramelized onion and beef stock, gratiné under a cheese cap. Sopa de Ajo is built on garlic, smoked paprika, and olive oil with a poached egg. They share a philosophy of using humble ingredients brilliantly, but that is where they diverge.
Yes. The soup is complete and satisfying without it, though you lose the textural contrast and the yolk-enriched finish. Some traditional versions, particularly the most austere Lenten preparations, skip the egg entirely.
Both are traditional and valid. Water produces the more austere, authentic Castilian version that tastes entirely of garlic and bread. Good chicken stock makes the broth richer and more rounded. Use good stock when you want something more substantial, water when you want the ingredient simplicity to speak for itself.
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