- Vegetable oil
- 1 lb mild or hot Italian sausages 500 g
- 3 garlic cloves, minced
- 1 onion, chopped
- 1 can (28 oz/796 mL) whole tomatoes, with juice
- 1 can (19 oz/540 mL) chickpeas, rinsed and drained (2 cups/500 mL)
- 6 cups Chicken stock (page 286) or ready-to-use chicken broth 1.5 L
- 1⁄2 tsp dried thyme 2 mL
- Pinch hot pepper flakes Pinch
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- 1 bunch kale, trimmed and chopped (about 1 lb/500 g)
- In a large skillet, heat a drizzle of oil over medium-high heat. Squeeze sausage out of its casing into the pan and cook, breaking it up with a spoon, for 3 minutes. Add garlic and onion; cook, stirring, until sausage is browned and onion is soft. Scrape into a 4- to 6-quart slow cooker.
- Stir in tomatoes, chickpeas, stock, thyme, hot pepper flakes, salt and pepper. (If the stock doesn’t fully cover the other ingredients, top it up with water.) Cover and cook on low for 6 to 8 hours or until soup is slightly thickened. Stir in kale, cover and cook for 10 minutes, until wilted.
- Serves 6 to 8.
- Tip: Change the taste of the soup by varying the type of sausages you use. Sweet Italian sausages or bratwurst will give the soup a mild taste, whereas spicy Italian sausages or chorizo will completely transform the flavor. If you’d like something lighter, try turkey or chicken sausages.
- Variation: For an even more substantial meal, cook up about 8 oz (250 g) of dried penne or other short pasta and add it to the soup before serving.
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I like your footnote.
I have a tattered copy of the 1946 Saskatchewan Women’s Co-op cookbook. Here’s one of their footnotes:
“A woman, a dog and a Walnut tree, the more you beat them the better they be. ”
Every section, some equally dreadful saying. They were not meant to be ironic.
It’s just so sad, in this beautiful collection of not only old time Prairie recipes but how to manage a home, you see these quotes, and I can’t help but think, these women were as confused about the state of their ‘state’ as I am reading it. Such pride in their doing, but the specter of what it really was breaking through.
The quote is true. I’ve lived through those times, and she would get up off the floor when she thought he’d gone, put something cold on her bruises, and make the biscuits on page 72. He always said she made the best biscuits.
Thanks for the recipes. I’ll look for the new book.