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American bean soup



American bean soup

Prep: 20 minutes, plus overnight soaking time for the beans

Cook: about 1 ½ hours

Makes: about 8 ¼ cups or first-course servings
450g dry white beans (cannelloni, haricot or similar); 2tbsp olive oil;
1 medium onion, chopped; 1 medium carrot, peeled and chopped;
1 medium celery stalk, chopped;
2garlic cloves, finely chopped
4 cups chicken or vegetable stock;
170g chunk ham (or chicken ham), cut into ½ -inch pieces (about 1 cup);
1 chicken stock cube (if using chicken ham); 1tsp jeera (cumin) powder; 1tsp paprika; salt to taste;
¼ tsp ground black pepper; 2 medium tomatoes, coarsely chopped;
1 cup loosely packed parsley leaves, chopped;
2tbsp fresh lemon juice



Rinse beans under cold running water; pick out and discard stones and shrivelled beans. Place in a bowl with enough water to cover by about 2 inches. Cover and let beans stand at room temperature overnight. Drain and rinse.
In 4-littre saucepan, heat oil over medium heat. Add onion and cook 8-10 minutes or until onion is tender and lightly browned, stirring occasionally. Add carrot, celery and garlic; cook 5 minutes, stirring .
Add stock and beans (and stock cube, if using) to saucepan in which vegetables are simmering; bring to boil over high heat. Reduce heat; cover and simmer 30 minutes, or until beans are tender. Stir in ham, jeera, paprika, salt, pepper. Cover and cook 15 minutes.
Top serve, lable soup into 8 bowls; top with tomatoes, parsley and lemon juice.

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