Turkey Ginger Soup

As promised, here is the recipe for the soup that I made to serve in the park last night. Several of the guys were asking if I had brought Turkey Cabbage Soup like I had the week before. I told  them, “I never make the same soup twice.” Frankly, a few were disappointed, but most were relieved. While most people enjoyed it; cabbage does have its side effects. I boldly announced that tonight’s soup was Turkey Ginger! Very few opted for the vegetarian alternative, so the name didn’t scare them off. We didn’t have to pick up full cups left lying around. Vincent told me that it received rave reviews.

One customer did tell me he was disappointed that it didn’t have more ginger. He could taste it, but it was subtle. That was a perfect review to my way of thinking. I like to be able to taste everything. I think each spoonful should taste a little different from the last, and dance a little dance on your tongue. That’s not so easy to accomplish when your main ingredient is turkey.

Roast 20# turkey to internal temp of 170 in pan half full of water with Greek oregano, garlic, and sage.
Drain liquid into 22 quart stock pot and bring to a boil.
Scrub and puree* half a huge celery root. (or 1 reasonably sized one) Add to stock.
Peel and puree* a yucca root. Add to stock.
Peel and puree* a 4″ ginger root. Add to stock.

Reduce pot to simmer.

Dice a large fennel including feathers. Add to stock.
Add 2 pounds fresh broccoli florets to stock.
Dice 2 eggplants. (Don’t peel. The bioflavinoids are in the purple.) Add to stock.
Slice 4 pounds radishes in food processor. Add to stock.
Chop by hand 2 heads red and white kale. Add to stock.

Move the stock pot into the larger pot to create giant double boiler. Bring outer water to boil.

Tear turkey off of bones. Tear it into pieces and throw it into the soup.

Add a Tablespoon of salt
2 teaspoons rubbed sage
1 teaspoon granulated garlic
1 teaspoon curry
1 teaspoon ground turmeric
20 twists medium ground mixed peppercorns

Add enough water to almost fill the 22 quart stock pot.

Let it steep in the double boiler for a few hours for all of the flavors to blossom and mix.

(*puree = Throw it into the food processor and let it chop until it is really fine, then add some hot water to the processor bowl and let it chop some more.)

Our Expanding Menu

There is the old saying, “Beggars can’t be choosers!” It was used to teach us not to be rude when we were offered a treat or a trinket when we were children. It was the first myth to be busted when I started to serve among the homeless in the 1980s. Beggars sure can be choosers! However in Phila. parlance, the word is “choicey.” Someone would be taking too long deciding which cookie they wanted. The person behind them, “Don’t be so choicey, now. Cop and roll!”

When I first observed this, I admit, I was just a little bit miffed, and a trifle confused. Here were people, standing smack dab in front of me, receiving something for free, sometimes openly criticizing or complaining about it, or asking for more options. It went against my mother’s voice in my head, which had always, unfailingly, reliably told me that “beggars cannot be choosers.”

I needed to process this. It is not an easy thing when the world conflicts with your mother’s voice in your head.

I decided to put myself in their shoes, not literally, imaginatively.

OK. I’m homeless. I have little to no real choice over where and when I can sleep. I have to scramble to find a way to keep clean and find clothing or find a way to change or keep clothing. My stuff can be stolen by the police or anybody else at any moment. Everything is out of control! What’s to eat? At least I can exercise some control over what I eat, can’t I? Give me that. Leave me that shred of human dignity and free will.

Two weeks ago, one of the men approached me as we were unloading the TKJ-mobile and asked me if we had any beans. He is vegetarian and he asked me if I could please make him some beans, even if it is just a small serving, just for him. He is not a fad vegetarian. He has a foreign accent and has been a lifelong, vegetarian. He now finds himself needing to find meals on the street in an American city, where meat and eggs are cheap and ubiquitous. That night, we did have oranges and some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I told him that I would make him beans for the next week.

Last week, I made a big pot of mixed beans and rice, with lots of garlic, celery, onion, turmeric, sage and various other spices. This man and others were very pleased. It was unlike any beans and rice they had ever had before. Yesterday, I made a huge pot of smoked turkey soup with cabbage, baby pea pods, potatoes, broccoli, green beans, kale, leeks, etc.  Then I made three pounds of pinto beans, with cabbage, kale, celery, turmeric, garlic, cinnamon, sage, basil, ginger, black pepper, St. John’s wort, and a few other spices. We offered it as our vegetarian alternative. It was a big hit! Again, they were like no other pinto beans they had ever tasted! I did take a tiny taste. It was quite marvelous. Don’t ask me to replicate it. When I cook, there’s no book. It’s jazz!

One older gentleman asked for some of the beans and cabbage, but was concerned that it might have too much sodium, since he has high blood pressure. I told him that I did too, so I don’t use much salt. I figure people can add their own. You can always add it, but you can’t take it away. Some of the spices I used are actually known to lower blood pressure. He thanked me. He told me that the people who serve on Monday seemed to be conscious of nutrition. He wondered if there were any way we could reach out and educate the rest of the people serving to improve the health of their offerings. Now that is an interesting and rather daunting question.

If we believe the Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” shouldn’t we be offering the healthiest, most palatable choices to our brothers and sisters who have fallen on hard times?

I know, something is better than nothing. Many of us are just doing the best that we can with what we have. Call me Pollyanna, but I still believe in progress. I think we can all do a little better.

Let’s be people of action.

O the Indignity!

Sundaes & cones with the works

Dinner & Music

Last night we had a picnic in the park. Imagine that! Mayor Nutter says it hurts him to see the indignity of his fellow black men standing in line to receive food outdoors. His regulation makes it clear he doesn’t see any indignity in manufacturers giving away free samples to people with money, in the parks; or companies having events with buffet lines in the parks; or city employees lining up to buy hotdogs at lunch wagons, then eating them in the parks. These are all dignified activities.

Somehow the dignity level drops when the profit motive is eliminated and only our common humanity remains. That line from Princess Bride comes to mind for Mayor Nutter and his use of the word dignity: “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

So, last night we served all beef franks on buns with the full complement of your choice of ketchup, mustard, relish, peanut butter, hot sauce. We had home made vegetarian baked beans (secret ingredients: cocoa, curry & allspice), macaroni salad with feta cheese, iced tea, lemonade, apple pie, peach cobbler, apple crisp, brownies, ice cream sundaes or cones, ice cold bottles of water, peanuts, hard boiled eggs, oranges, and Bob’s home made cookies.

Our own Alison Bennett was joined by Mark Broscoe of Food Not Bombs to provide live music for the event. It was “old-timey” with a single microphone. Beautifully done! It almost made us forget that we were in Phila. for a bit.

We also delivered an Operation: Clean Start kit to a fellow along with some dishes for his new apartment. He moved off of the street after many years. We are happy to help him make the transition and hope to stay in touch to help him further on his journey.

Julie, John & that’s me, in the red hat.

A special shout out goes to Lauren at Starbucks  on Callowhill who rescued us. Jamey forgot to bring his special hotdog tongs he had just purchased for the occasion. He stopped by Starbucks and told her what we were doing. She was happy to aid and abet in committing our indignity. She loaned us a pair of tongs for the event. Speaking of “happy to aid and abet,” it seems everywhere I go in the TKJ-mobile with the large stickers that proclaim “SERVING THE HOMELESS IS NOT A CRIME”, people motion to me to roll down my window and shout encouraging things to me about taking Mayor Nutter down. Or they ask, “What IS he thinking?” or “Is this still America?” It feels very strange to me. I have never been on the popular side of any issue before. I have not received a single negative comment on this one. Republicans, Democrats, anarchists, Libertarians, Socialists, Orthodox, Evangelical, Catholic, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindi, Jews, atheists, everyone whom I have encountered cannot fathom what is going on in the mayor’s head on this and thinks it is profoundly wrong.

Yes. I did mention peanut butter among the condiment choices for the hotdogs. I noticed toward the end of the evening that no one had utilized this amazing option. I felt the need to demonstrate. I placed a hotdog into a bun and slathered a generous portion of Simply Jif Creamy to one side of the hotdog. I then squirted a thin line of Heinz Ketchup on the other side of the hotdog. I showed it around with a flourish, then I proceeded to devour it. It was marvelous! And completely undignified!

Alison Sailer Bennett & Mark Broscoe with their new promoter.

 

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“Best Soup In the U.S.”

Last Thursday night, one of the guys told me that I made the best soup in the U.S. I told him that I wouldn’t know, because I haven’t gotten around that much to sample soup. He assured me that he had and that mine was the best in the U.S. With humble pride, I will accept his assessment.

Now you probably want a recipe. Well, I can’t remember that far back, but maybe I can give you the recipe for the soup I made on Tuesday. I started at 7AM. I placed a seventeen pound turkey into a large roasting pan and filled the pan up with water. I placed the lid on and roasted it at 350 degrees for almost four hours. (It was in a semi-frozen state when I started, and I don’t just mean the state of Pennsylvania.) I drained the broth from the roaster pan into my 22 quart double boiler set up and let the turkey cool for a bit. While that was cooling, I added a handful of Greek oregano into the broth, and chopped and added vegetables to the pot. I kept the water in the outer pan pretty high and the heat on the burner set to high. I added one pound of carrots, about a half a celery root, about three pounds of russet potatoes (leaving the skins on), six eight inch tall stalks of broccoli, one large head of cauliflower, four entire leeks, three large, red, sweet peppers, a big bunch of cilantro (stems and all), a baby bok choi and a yucca root (peeled). By then the turkey had cooled sufficiently that I could start tearing it off the bones and throwing into the pot, which I did.

The yucca root was an impulse buy. It was sitting all lonely in the middle of a table of greens at Produce Junction, with no label or price. I snatched it and took it to the check out. I asked the girl what it was. She told me it was a yucca root. I asked if yucca root was any good. She said she didn’t know. I asked how much they cost. She said $1.75 for two. I said, you only have one. She said $1 then. So I Googled yucca root. It turns out it is also called manioc and is the source of tapioca. It can be toxic unless the waxy skin is removed and it is cooked thoroughly. They are a good source of vitamins C, B & A, and phosphorus, potassium and iron. They are a natural anti-inflammatory and promote colon health.

I let the soup cook for several more hours. I added a couple of quarts of boiling water. I then added about three tablespoons of granulated garlic, about a tablespoon of parsley flakes, two tablespoons of ground sage, three tablespoons of salt and twenty-one twists at medium grind of mixed peppercorns from the grinder. The pot was full to the top.

When it was time to leave for Philadelphia, I dumped the soup into the Igloo cooler and loaded into the back of the TKJ-mobile. It was piping hot, when we served it an hour and a half later. The guys told me that it was “all that!” I think that means that it was bumpin’.

Putting My Foot In It

Usually this would refer to me making a faux pas with my big mouth. This time it refers to the soup I made on September 30.

Just as we were finishing loading up to leave for home, a young Jamaican man thanked us for the food and told us that whoever made the soup really put their foot into it. I said, “I made the soup. What did you say?”

“You really put your foot into it this week!”

“Is this a good thing?” I queried.

“Yes, a very good thing! Have you never heard this expression?”

“No. Where did you learn it?”

“From my mother.”

I know better than to argue with a man’s mother, so I’ll take it as a compliment. He asked for prayer. His name is Aline, pronounced “Ay-lon”. Please pray for Aline.

Presvytera Joanna’s Soup

On May 6, Pres. Joanna Christofidis made the soup. It was so good, the guys thought I made it. She emailed me her recipe. Here is her email:

Christ is Risen!

Dear Cranford,

I thought you might like the recipe for the soup.  I altered the original and this is what I threw in.

I used 4 rotisserie chickens
6 lbs. of corn
6 lbs. of string beans
2 1/2 lbs. of carrots
2 1/2 heads of celery
8 sprigs of fresh rosemary
Greek oregano
chicken base
very little salt
pepper
10 medium sized potatoes
1 container organic low sodium chicken broth
1 container organic vegetable broth
3 packs of fresh parsley
3/4 stick of butter
3/4 cup of extra virgin olive oil
3 lbs. of onion
4 packs of pot pie noodles
1 box of pin wheels pasta
at the end I put around 1 cup of half and half you can use milk or you don’t need it at all.

It was great we had a lot of help tonight.  Glory be to God!

In Christ’s love,
Pres. JC

Tonight’s Soup

Ingredients:

  • 1   small turkey (~11 pounds) baked in a roasting pan with about three inches of water
  • 2   huge bunches of beet greens, roughly cut
  • 2   6#-12 oz. cans of small white potatoes, roughly cut in the can
  • 2   cans sliced carrots
  • 2   cans corn
  • 1/3 cup dried oregano from last year’s garden
  • 2   large white onions, diced
  • 3   cloves garlic pressed
  • 10  twists of black pepper from the mill
  • 2   Tablespoons salt
  • water

Directions:

  • Pour the turkey broth from the roasting pan into a 22 quart stock pot, which is sitting inside an even larger stock pot with a rag in the bottom and a few inches of water in it. (This forms a giant double boiler.) Place it on the burner on medium heat. Let the turkey cool for awhile.
  • Wash and cut the beet green and through them into the pot.
  • Add the onions, garlic, oregano, salt, potatoes, corn and carrots
  • After turkey is cool  enough to handle, tear the skin off and discard. Tear the meat off the bones, tearing it into pieces into the pot. Rinse out the roasting pan with hot water and pour it into the pot. Add enough hot water to to the pot so it is full, but not so full that you can’t stir it.
  • Let it cook for 4 or 5 hours, stirring occasionally. Make sure that the outer kettle does not run out of water.
  • Add the pepper and stir it in.
  • Pour it into an Igloo cube cooler. (All other brands melt).

Taking it to the street. I always bring a large bottle of Frank’s Red Hot Sauce. We’ll see how the guys like the soup, by how much hot sauce they think it needs.

“Make Lemonade”

You’ve heard that platitude: “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!” Well, last week someone gave me a big bag of wonderful, crusty bread rolls. We can’t give them away on the street, because too many people don’t have good teeth to eat them. They end up being fed to the squirrels and pigeons and attracting rats. What to do?

I roasted a turkey Thursday morning with the intention of making turkey vegetable soup. Around noon, I started making stuffing with the bread. I simmered minced onions and celery, melted butter; added sage, cilantro and salt; and started tearing up the rolls and throwing them in. I filled the ten quart pan this way making savory stuffing. Then I got to thinking. How am I going to keep this hot ? How am I going to serve it? What else am I going to put in the soup?

I added green beans, corn, mixed vegetables and garlic to the soup pot with the turkey meat and broth. Then I dumped in the stuffing. I usually don’t try the soup, but I was a little worried about this concoction, so I had a half cup and made Bethann try it, too. It was fantastic!

We didn’t have a super huge crowd on the street, so I was hoping for leftovers. No such luck. They kept coming back for more until it was all gone.

Last Night on the Street

Today, as I am writing this, it is Dormition, so last night the McGraws did not come to serve, since Holy Ascension’s only service was last night. Normally they make spaghetti with meat sauce and bring sandwiches and peanuts.

Yesterday, I roasted a turkey, then made turkey rice soup with green beans, carrots and corn. Then I made a huge roaster pan full of tuna noodle casserole with a “secret” ingredient to add some zing.

Erica Myers had not been down with us for months. She called and wanted to come. What great timing! We were going to be shorthanded and I had no one to ride shotgun, because of the vespers service, so she was most welcome. We had a huge jar of peanut butter left over from Real Break. I asked if she wanted to come over early to help make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I bought four loaves of Holsum whole wheat and a jar of strawbery jam and jar of grape jelly and picked her up about 4pm. She and Hilary made sandwiches.

I set up the xB with supplies, cleaned out the coolers, found packing material to insulate the tuna noodle, made five gallons of iced tea and baked a loaf of bread.

The bread was to go with our dinner which was a wonderful, vegetable, bulgur wheat, crock pot concoction that had been slow cooking since Bethann made it before going to work in the morning.

Erica and I headed over to St. Philip’s at about 6:30. I was able to place the Easter lily blooms, that I had cut from beside our house, in front of the icon of the Theotokos, help sing for Joël Black’s churching, and get Father Boniface’ blessing. Several loaves of sandwiches were delivered right before we were to leave. We left for the city as the church bell chimed seven.

We arrived at 1801 Vine St. at 7:55. A few of the guys helped us unload and we set up on the benches to serve the food. I was serving the soup and the casserole. Erica was handing out sandwiches. Guys from the street were handling the iced tea and the goodies from Landis’ Supermarket bakery. (I had picked them up the day before from Joanne Wiszneski’s car in the Telford Landis’ parking lot.)

At some point Michael and Chris Jones showed up and took over serving the iced tea and goodies. Larry Bonczar showed up and helped maintain order.

We ran out of sandwiches, and just as I was telling one of the guys sorry, Jackie Griffin and her daughter and daughter’s boyfriend show up with sandwiches. We ran out again, but everyone who was there had gotten some. Then some stragglers show up as I was putting something into the car and I find the loaf of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that the guys had missed earlier, when they helped unload. I tell you, it was perfect!

We hung around and talked for a little while. Then we packed up and left. It had started to rain again, pretty hard this time. It was about ten minutes of nine. Erica and I stopped to see Sammy at the Sunoco on Kelly Drive, got half a tank of gas and some iced tea. I dropped Erica off at her place in Harleysville, then headed home. I got home about ten o’clock.

Almost every week it is a similar story. We never know how many people are going to show up, or how many sandwiches will be made, but it seems that it is always right.

Some of you may be salivating to know what the secret ingredient was in the tuna noodle casserole. It was mango lime vinaigrette. I know it was good, because I came home with some hot sauce.

It is amazing to see God provide what is appropriate each week, right on time. That is why it is more than a little embarrassing for me to be making this special appeal. I am confident that God is already making a way for us out of this financial bind. I also know that He calls us to be his co-workers. If you don’t know or understand the need, how can you respond?

Now you know some of what we do. Now you can participate with us in the service in Jesus’ Name.

Turkeys ‘R’ Us

St. Philip’s annual drive for donations of turkeys, etc., is coming round again. TKJ is just one recipient of this wonderful program. It is mid-September and we still have enough turkeys in our freezer to carry us until this year’s turkey drive starts.

The people on the street really appreciate this. We are able to serve a hearty soup each week, because of your sharing of this bounty.

I have gotten pretty creative in my use of the turkeys, and so far, no one has complained. Ya got your turkey with green beans & sliced potatoes soup. Ya got your turkey with green beans and noodles soup. Ya got your turkey with five beans soup. Ya got your turkey with mixed vegetables in chicken broth soup. Ya got your turkey with mixed vegetables with tomato juice soup. Ya got your turkey with cucuzu squash and kidney bean soup. Ya got your turkey sweet potato gumbo. Ya got your Ramzi Ghannam’s wonderful mashed potatoes with turkey, green beans and gravy on top. Ya got your turkey, garbanzo bean clean out the freezer stew. …

Bubba got shrimp. Cranford got turkey. Thanks!