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Old 02-24-2005, 05:29 AM   #5 (permalink)
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Caldo Verde Recipe (Green Broth - literally translated):

peel and chop into relatively small pieces the following:

5 large potatoes
1 1/2 onions

place in a pressure cooker or a pan.

peel and chop in half a clove of garlic - add to the pan/pressure cooker.

splash a good 3 tablespoonfuls of olive oil into pan/pressure cooker.

season with coarse sea salt.

fill the pressure cooker with water till it covers 2/3 of the potatoes (for pan add water till the potatoes are almost covered).

Close up the pressure cooker and put on boil for 30 mins tops (till it smells of soup)
Cook vegetables in pan till the potato is cooked through.

When this is done, blend the soup to a creamy consistency.
Check the seasoning and add pepper.

In a separate pan, boil some water with a teaspoonful of bicarbonate of soda. (keeps the kale green)

finely julienne (chop into very thin strips) some kale or collard greens (in portugal it's called couve galega), then put in boiling water till it's just tender.

Strain then add the kale to the blended soup.

In a small frying pan chop up some chorizo sausage and fry for a minute.

Drop 2 slices of chorizo into each soup bowl and serve!

You can also add some chorizo slices to the vegetable mix while it's boiling for flavour, but I prefer to add mine separately at the end.

This is a simple soup but as those who have tried it will tel you, it's very tasty
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