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Kale Soup Recipe

Since the demise of our hoophouse I'm buying kale wherever I can whenever I can. Since I live in the rural corner of southwest Washtenaw County, it can be a challenge to find greens. Kale is still relatively unknown out here except for the folks like Frog Holler and Ambry Farms who grow it.

I came home recently with four big bundles that needed to be rehydrated and then used. (I rehydrate kale, chard, and other greens by snipping off a bit of stem and plunking them in a bowl of water. A few hours later it's a brand new vegetable and a great centerpiece!) We also had meat-appreciating houseguests coming the next day, so I thought why not make some soup? I couldn't find my recipe for kale-sausage soup, so I went trolling and found this one for Portugese Kale Soup.

Now, I've had some bad luck with soup lately, so I followed this recipe mostly to the letter. I used some St. Julian's Blue Heron, my own canned tomatoes, and some homemade chorizo we bought at a little Mexican grocery in my hometown in Wisconsin. It takes longer to prepare than the recipe says, but it is so much fun and well worth it. I took the apple out, but it might be interesting to leave it in, too. I served it with homemade bread we made with the rest of the wine. Full satisfied bellies all the way around.

Comments

Maggie said…
It's too bad your hoophouse didn't make it but this is another great looking soup. We're eating almost nothing but soup since the holidays but I've been using a lot of root vegetables and only a little greens. I still have to try the cabbage soup.

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