Chunky Moroccan soup
1 large onion
3 cloves garlic
3 tablespoons oil
480g lamb knuckles
1 teaspoon cumin seeds
1 teaspoon coriander seeds
1 teaspoon ground turmeric
2 stalks celery
2 x 400g cans diced tomatoes
4 cups beef stock
4 sundried tomatoes
300g can chickpeas
¼ cup chopped stuffed pimento green olives
¼ cup chopped parsley
Peel onion and chop finely. Crush garlic, peel and chop finely. Heat oil in a large saucepan. Brown lamb knuckles on all sides. Add cumin, coriander seeds and turmeric. Cook for 1 to 2 minutes. Add onion and garlic. Stir to brown and soften onion. Wash celery and chop finely. Add celery, undrained tomatoes and stock to lamb mixture. Simmer for 1 hour or until meat is cooked. Remove knuckles from soup and chop meat from bones. Chop sundried tomatoes roughly. Add meat, sundried tomatoes, drained chickpeas and olives to soup. Cook for 5 minutes. Serve sprinkled with parsley.
Serves 6
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