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6. Strain the soup, and discard everything solid except the carrot. Dice carrot into ¾-inch pieces, and set aside.
7. Place aluminum foil with bread in oven, and bake for 15 minutes or until bread is nicely browned. Keep an eye on it, so it doesnât burn.
8. While the bread is browning, keeping your soup at a low simmer, spoon off 3 cups clear soup. Pour corn oil into a medium saucepan, and add flour, stirring well until it is completely dissolved. Put the roux pot on medium to high heat, and add the 3 cups of soup, a little bit at a time, stirring constantly to create a thick, totally smooth, pastelike roux. It will get a little less pastelike as you add more soup. Transfer the roux to the soup pot, and stir in well.
9. When soup is adequately thickened, add potatoes, chicken, carrot, chickpeas, spinach, and lemon juice. Cook for 1 minute more. Serve with garlic toast.
Note: Consider the garlic toast recipe below to complement other soupsand entrées. If you serve it with a dairy, pasta, fish, or other nonmeat meal, use butter instead of margarine; it tastes better.
F ORMER MAYOR D AVID D INKINS once said, âOn a quiet dark street, on a subway late at night, or in a dangerous situation of any kind, to see a Guardian Angel is to feel that you are safe.â
Curtis Sliwa founded New Yorkâs red-bereted volunteer crime-prevention patrols, the Guardian Angels, in 1979. Today his Angels combat crime, violence, and drugs in cities worldwide and provide inspirational speakers to educate youngsters about the organizationâs no-gang, no-gun, no-drug philosophy. Sliwa also hosts an evening radio show on WABC.
In the 1980s, when I moved to the East Village, I had a heavy public-speaking schedule promoting the Guardian Angels. All that public speaking frequently made me lose my voice, a problem Iâve been prone to all my life and for which I had only ever found one effective remedyâmy aunt Maryâs chicken soup. But Aunt Mary lives in Howard Beach, and I didnât usually have time to go out there. So I began buying chicken soupâto the amazement of countermen, three or four quarts at a timeâfrom the Second Avenue Deli. One day, Abe Lebewohl saw me buying the soup and said, âYou take care of the city, let me take care of you.â He disappeared into the kitchen and was gone for such a long time I began to get nervous, so I ordered and ate a pastrami sandwich. He finally came back with what he called his âmost potentâ chicken soupâwith carrots, celery, kasha, and even a little chicken fat! It worked like medicine. I had had a pounding headache and congestion when I came in. Within a half hour, my head had cleared, and I felt great. After that, he always fixed his special soup for me, and it always workedâa few ladles and Bingo!
In 1992, I was kidnapped in a stolen taxi, shot several times, and left for dead on a Lower Manhattan street. When I returned home from the hospital, my apartment was protected by a police guard unit as well as a crew of Guardian Angels. Every day for three months, while I recuperated, Abe (my own guardian angel) would send over daily care packages of food for the police and the Angelsâand totally clear chicken soup (he strained it through a cloth) for me. It was practically the only thing I could digest, and I looked forward to it greatly each day.
In 1994, Abe told me he was planning a pickle-eating contest at the Deli and looking for someone who symbolized New York to compete. At the time, still recovering from gunshot wounds, I wasnât taking chances with my diet. I was eating only very bland food, and I was really sick of it. I decided to throw caution to the winds and enter his contest. I downed four and three-quarters pounds of garlic pickles infifteen minutes, winning $500 for the Angels and a trophy. More important, winning the contest helped me focus mind over matter and stop worrying so much about my
6. Strain the soup, and discard everything solid except the carrot. Dice carrot into ¾-inch pieces, and set aside.
7. Place aluminum foil with bread in oven, and bake for 15 minutes or until bread is nicely browned. Keep an eye on it, so it doesnât burn.
8. While the bread is browning, keeping your soup at a low simmer, spoon off 3 cups clear soup. Pour corn oil into a medium saucepan, and add flour, stirring well until it is completely dissolved. Put the roux pot on medium to high heat, and add the 3 cups of soup, a little bit at a time, stirring constantly to create a thick, totally smooth, pastelike roux. It will get a little less pastelike as you add more soup. Transfer the roux to the soup pot, and stir in well.
9. When soup is adequately thickened, add potatoes, chicken, carrot, chickpeas, spinach, and lemon juice. Cook for 1 minute more. Serve with garlic toast.
Note: Consider the garlic toast recipe below to complement other soupsand entrées. If you serve it with a dairy, pasta, fish, or other nonmeat meal, use butter instead of margarine; it tastes better.
F ORMER MAYOR D AVID D INKINS once said, âOn a quiet dark street, on a subway late at night, or in a dangerous situation of any kind, to see a Guardian Angel is to feel that you are safe.â
Curtis Sliwa founded New Yorkâs red-bereted volunteer crime-prevention patrols, the Guardian Angels, in 1979. Today his Angels combat crime, violence, and drugs in cities worldwide and provide inspirational speakers to educate youngsters about the organizationâs no-gang, no-gun, no-drug philosophy. Sliwa also hosts an evening radio show on WABC.
In the 1980s, when I moved to the East Village, I had a heavy public-speaking schedule promoting the Guardian Angels. All that public speaking frequently made me lose my voice, a problem Iâve been prone to all my life and for which I had only ever found one effective remedyâmy aunt Maryâs chicken soup. But Aunt Mary lives in Howard Beach, and I didnât usually have time to go out there. So I began buying chicken soupâto the amazement of countermen, three or four quarts at a timeâfrom the Second Avenue Deli. One day, Abe Lebewohl saw me buying the soup and said, âYou take care of the city, let me take care of you.â He disappeared into the kitchen and was gone for such a long time I began to get nervous, so I ordered and ate a pastrami sandwich. He finally came back with what he called his âmost potentâ chicken soupâwith carrots, celery, kasha, and even a little chicken fat! It worked like medicine. I had had a pounding headache and congestion when I came in. Within a half hour, my head had cleared, and I felt great. After that, he always fixed his special soup for me, and it always workedâa few ladles and Bingo!
In 1992, I was kidnapped in a stolen taxi, shot several times, and left for dead on a Lower Manhattan street. When I returned home from the hospital, my apartment was protected by a police guard unit as well as a crew of Guardian Angels. Every day for three months, while I recuperated, Abe (my own guardian angel) would send over daily care packages of food for the police and the Angelsâand totally clear chicken soup (he strained it through a cloth) for me. It was practically the only thing I could digest, and I looked forward to it greatly each day.
In 1994, Abe told me he was planning a pickle-eating contest at the Deli and looking for someone who symbolized New York to compete. At the time, still recovering from gunshot wounds, I wasnât taking chances with my diet. I was eating only very bland food, and I was really sick of it. I decided to throw caution to the winds and enter his contest. I downed four and three-quarters pounds of garlic pickles infifteen minutes, winning $500 for the Angels and a trophy. More important, winning the contest helped me focus mind over matter and stop worrying so much about my
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