1/22/2014

What a delicious day! I made a simply delicious breakfast, and composed an even more delicious dessert. Please join me on a grand tour of my culinary delights, which are good for you!

Eggs, cooked in coconut oil, 2 kinds of hummus, parsley and a little ketchup for my pan fried eggs, because I am such a spoiled American devil, and finally, a wonderful rice pilaf, with radishes, scallions, and an ounce or so of lime juice to really make the pilaf sing (and give me some much needed acid).



The hummus. I usually eat the hummus with my rice. I load the fork with a little hummus, and a bunch of rice, and the two go so well together. One is spinach and artichoke, the other is simply hummus with extra tehina. Guess which one is which!



Because of my last minute addition of the lime to my rice, I found the hummus to be a tad superfluous, so I dipped my parsley in it also, twirled its leaves in really, for fun and variety. I often dip my parsley in juices, and it is always good. Here she is, my little treat, that I bite right off the stem. Just call me Mr. Ed.



And yes, eat the stems, good fiber, plenty of precious chlorophyll, and its accompanying sweetness from a good chew.




And then we had dessert! By we, of course, I mean only me. I fashioned quite the panoply of decadence for me this morning. I deserved it. Persian tea with rose petals and a plate of sweets to make my day.



Two kinds of high quality chocolate (70% cacao or more is my definition of high quality).



Dried mango in chili powder (paprika and cayenne, from Trader Joe's) High in sugar, so I only had one piece.



Turron Tostada (except I cut off the burnt toastedness). It is Spanish almond fudge, a daughter of French frangiapane, with a Spanish twist, but still baring the signature flavor of the French process. Beyond yummy.



So, the desert was not really healthy, except for the tea and chocolate (my usual post breakfast "dessert") but it was good for my soul, and what I needed. Sometimes, you need to feed your soul. So I did.

Falafel Veggie Burger

Left with some chickpea mash with falafel seasoning that my mom made, I decided to make veggie burgers! To about 10 ounces I added one carrot, grated with a microplane, 2 scallions chopped, 2 tablespoons of flax seeds, freshly ground, 1/4 cup of green peas, and an egg. I formed my little patties, and sizzled them up. Considering the dense nature of the patty, I added a little water to the pan in the last few minutes of cooking the patties, knowing the water would dissolve, in fact, counting on that steam to thoroughly cook my patties. Also, be sure to add plenty of oil, because the chickpea burns easily if you don't.

Here they are!


The full spread, truly Middle Eastern style, but with the multitude of America's palatial abundance. Usually, I have my parsley in a bowl, but when it reaches the end of the bag I just eat it out of it until it is all gone. Such a good girl, always eats her lovely herbs!


My home-made kimchi! So delish! Chili paste, chopped garlic, and plenty of Redmond salt.


Ketchup with chili paste, cayenne hot sauce, and black pepper. Soooo good, definitely my ketchup of choice.


One burger with the works. I dont really eat too much dairy, but I couldnt resist. And I must admit, sometimes a cheeseburger, especially one made with high quality cheddar, is amazing.


Sooooo good, I have one burger left in my fridge, dear reader, if you are hungry. Such a fabulous meal, I am happy to share with you :)

On Syria

As far as I understand, there is a little something called the Arab Spring that is happening right now. It is a noble movement, sparked by the educated and revolutionary spirit of the Iranian people; a populace that has always been very leery about imperial power both within and most importantly, from outside their country. The protest of 2009, following the re-election of President Ahmadinejad, saw tremendous bloodshed, a great flexing of military might that sought to protect what it claimed to be a fair election. I am afraid that the military response that Iran's Revolutionary Guard took to its protesters is itself a great irony of the Arab Spring. The cruelty that the Revolutionary Guard engaged in was not unusual, but it was excessive, and perhaps there is a lesson to be learned in this sad fact, and the reason why so many American soldiers are coming back with Post Traumatic Stress disorder from the Middle East; these thugs don't give a fuck. They have the eye of the sniper, and the bite of the tiger, and are not afraid to kill whoever may have the tenacity/audacity to stand up to them. Syria has adopted this strategy on their dissidents in the very same manner as the Revolutionary Guard, and as a result we have what Wikipedia is now referring to as the Syrian Civil War; a 2 year skirmish in which the military has slaughtered several thousand people, half of whom are said to be civilians, and 6 million people have been displaced (2 mil out of the country), for a multitude of reasons I do not dare to imagine.
On Syria.
On Syria.
This is Syria right now. Over one hundred thousand dead, and all the world's eyes turned to see what will come of this great Arabian nation. I for one would like to see Assad deposed for War Crimes the way Hussein should have been. That is the future I want to see RIGHT NOW for this exploited, war torn, yet absolutely beautiful and still very "Fertile" part of the misbegotten "Crescent".
Amen.

Emily Dickinson is Beautiful

I say is, and not was, for as I read her words upon the page, her beauty comes alive to me evermore. I am not really in the habit of reading so much these days, but as I have been up since 4 am, I somehow found myself eager to glance upon my old writing, specifically my papers from college, 10 years ago, and was pleasantly surprised by the beauty I found in the writing of the glorious women I included in an anthology I compiled, entitled "Transcendence of the Spirit: Flight & Liberation". Adrienne Rich's brilliant and complex images and evermore dazzling logics, Nikki Giovanni's tremendously incisive metaphors matched only by her keen interventions on a painfully static social order, and of course Emily's beautiful voice, painting great intellectual expanses upon which we may wander in delight. And to do her a little tribute, it is my great pleasure to share with you one of her poems, called "Two Butterflies go out at Noon".


Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea,--
Though never yet, in any port
Their coming mentioned be.

If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me.

Such a little poem, but so semantically voluminous. I am in awe of Madame Dickinson, and the oceans of beauty tucked under her alabaster breast.

Shabnam & Daniel's Wedding

Was absolutely beautiful, but at the bride's request, I am not going to be featuring any of the wedding photos because she is fiercely private. But it was amazing. Despite her private and professional face to the world, and most of her co-worker's, my new sister-in-law has an incredibly warm and glowing spirit that radiated from the dance floor into everyone's hearts. It was marvelous. A beautiful affair I can not begin to relay the beauty of, you simply had to be there.

Tomorrow

Boasts the beginning of a whole new world. My family is setting out for Boston in the morning, where we are to attend my brother's wedding. The wedding is on Sunday, and then we have seven nights of seven parties hosted by different friends and family of, in this case, the bride, which is in the Jewish tradition of Sheva Brachot, "seven blessings". So 10 days in Boston; an elaborate celebration of love that I cant wait to be a part of. Im so happy for my little brother, and really looking forward to this wonderful journey he is embarking on. I will keep you posted, dear reader, and hopefully have some beautiful pictures to share with you.

Happy Sweet

Those are some delicious happy feet, arent they? Courtesy of a Facebook friend who shall remain nameless.