“Your spoken words are sweeter than any siren’s song.”
Decided to freestyle a red lentil curry this evening.
I was expecting it to be slightly more disastrous than it was, but everything turned out ok in the end (except for some pretty nasty oil burns – protips: cumin seeds can get violent when heated.)
It doesn’t look like much, but I swear it’s delicious.
Anyway, vague approximate recipe:
- 2 cups(ish) red lentils
- 1/2 Can of crushed tomatoes (you could probably use more but that’s all I had)
- Chunk of ginger (peeled, chopped)
- around 1tsp whole cumin seeds
- a pinch of onion powder
- a pinch of cayenne pepper
- salt (to taste)
- 1 tsp coriander
- 1/2 tsp turmeric
- 1 carton of milk on hand (or water if you want to keep it vegan)
- 3ish tbs oil
– Puree Lentils with some of the liquid from the canned tomatoes
– Purée tomatoes with the ginger and cayenne pepper
– Heat oil in saucepan, then toss in cumin and onion when it’s heated.
– Once all the cumin’s cracked, add the tomato purée mix (this can splash, be careful)
– Cook for a few minutes until tomatoes are ~ 50% reduced
– Add lentils — Mine were really thick/pasty because there wasn’t enough liquid when I mashed them up (This is where the milk comes in. Add a bit if necessary until smooth)
– Stir on medium heat for a few minutes (careful for splashing)
– Add the rest of your spices and cook for 5-8 more minutes (or until you feel like it’s ready)
And voilà, delicious curry.
I dream of one day having my own kitchen, well lit and roomy – with granite counter-tops, dark-stained, cherry cabinets, a well-stocked, organized spice rack and a full set of pots.
I’d also like a nice china tea set and a juicer.
So, I stumbled upon this website yesterday and was completely inspired by this woman’s recipes.
The cheese was a bit crumbly, but held together pretty well when I fried it.
Et voila ! Final product over rice.
My father said it was a bit bland (then again, he says everything I cook is a bit bland), but I think it turned out pretty well considering I had no idea as to what I was doing.
Conclusion: Success. I’ve got enough for the week, and I am a happy camper.
“I can read you like the gulls read the changing winds – like an old sailor reads the horizon.”
“You call it stubbornness, I say endurance. It all boils down to the same thing in the end. I’m still here, aren’t I? “
“No, you don’t understand, sir. You cannot separate a musician from her instrument. Rhythms pulse through her veins, keeping the tempo of her heart. Every movement; every exhalation a different song. Music is her life – the very essence of her being. Without music, well… you try holding your breath for an eternity.”
“I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.
I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen – I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.
I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.
I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.
I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.
I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.
I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.
I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.
I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.
I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
“she was a walking contradiction: wanting so desperately to be alone, yet longing for a hand to hold.”