Sometimes, I Cook

Don’t dream it, be it.
– Tim Curry

I made a lovely curry the other night and posted crowed about it on the Book of Faces. A good friend asked for the recipe. No problem, I thought. I’ll whip that together in a few minutes. It wasn’t that difficult of a dish.

*SIGH*

I must learn some brevity when writing. Or, at least, when writing recipes. I can’t seem to get the hang of just setting down ingredients and instructions.

But, here’s the thing. I often don’t measure when I am cooking. I’ll add spices until it smells right (or if we are mid-cedar season, tastes right). Basically what I am saying is that unless it is obvious what the amount is (e.g., a can of something or 2 pounds of meat), I am totes guessing. As for simply writing instructions…well, where’s the fun in that?

LET'S GET STARTED!!
LET’S GET STARTED!!

My advice is to use the below as a starting point and taste as you go. You’ll know what is right for your tribe.

Oh, yeah. RE: the beef/turkey. That is just what I had on hand. You can go all turkey or all beef or even lamb, although I imagine you’d have to adjust the seasonings for that last one. I am not a lamb fan (unless they’re hopping about being adorbs) so I have no idea how to cook one.  In this instance, “Son? You’re on your own.”

Curried Beef and Pomegranate

2 tablespoons coconut oil
1 half a giant sweet onion, slivered into strips
About half of a large orange sweet bell pepper, also julienned
2 tablespoons of diced garlic (for once I kept the garlic light-ish; I didn’t want to overwhelm the pom arils with garlic flavorin’)

1 pound each, ground turkey (85/15) and ground beef (80/20)
1/2 teaspoon pink Himalayan salt, ground
1 teaspoon ground pepper (I used a tri-color mix)

1 large pomegranate, de-podded
1 bag frozen yellow and green zucchini squash
Honey  (in a squeeze-y bottle)
Lime juice  (also from a squeeze-y bottle)
Broth

Curry Paste

Allspice
Yellow curry powder
Cayenne pepper
Ginger
Cumin
Paprika
Olive oil

This is how we do it.

I used my big cast iron skillet. I’d recommend you use YOUR biggest pan as this recipe makes a small ton.

Heat the oil on medium low heat. Swirl it around so it coats the bottom and up the sides a bit. Put your onions and peppers in there and stir so that they are nice and coated.  Cook covered, stirring occasionally, until they’re softened. This took about 10 minutes (give or take, I admit to not actually watching the clock). Turn up the heat to medium and cook for an additional 5 minutes or so. The point here is to make sure their flavor is super sweet, hence the longer cooking time.

cast iron and onions

Now, add the garlic and let that cook for about 5 minutes.

Add your protein. As previously stated, you can use almost anything here – even TVPmeat crumbles”, I imagine. Smoosh it all so that the onions, peppers, and garlic are all of a piece with the meat. Sprinkle the salt and pepper over this mixture and smoosh it around some more.  Cook the whole thing until browned thoroughly. While it is cooking, you can make your curry paste.

In a coffee mug put all the dry spices for a curry paste.  I chose savory-sweet-complex with a hint of heat. You can go for whatever floats your particular boat. Spices in the mug?  Good. Smell it. MMMMMM, CURRY.  If I had to guess, I’d say that I used 2 whopping tablespoons of yellow curry powder, 1 tablespoon each of allspice, cayenne, cumin, and ginger, and a ½ tablespoon of sweet smoked paprika. The reality is I dumped these into a cup and sniffed it until it smelled like I wanted. *shrug*  Alton Brown, I am not.

Now add enough oil that when you stir it, it turns into the consistency of grainy Elmer’s glue (i.e., viscous but still movable). Lovely.

Using a rubber spatula1, spoon your curry paste into your meat mixture.

Stir it into your meat so that it is evenly distributed throughout. Eeeeeeeverybody gets some curry rubbed on them.2

Add the arils and stir them into the mixture.

Add the honey (two good, strong-squeezing circles over the meat mixture).

Add the lime (one good medium-squeezing circles over the meat mixture).

Aaaaaaaaaaand, stir.

meat mixture

Add the squash and stir it so that the little frozen slices break apart and get some of the sauce slathered over them.

If your mixture is looking a little dry, add some broth. I had some veggie broth on hand, so that is what I wound up using. Don’t use a lot. Just enough to keep the curry-slurry moving.
Cover your pan and set your primary3 kitchen timer for about 8 minutes. This gives the zukes enough time to cook and take on flavor, but not enough that they become slimy. No one likes a slimy zuke.

Once the timer goes off, you are essentially done. Serve hot over coconut milk rice.

What? You want THAT recipe too?  Sheesh, people.
*wink*

Coconut milk rice

2+ cups water
1 cup jasmine rice
1 good tablespoon of coconut oil
Dash salt
2/3 cup of EITHER heavy whipping cream OR coconut milk

*NOTE* Start this dish at about the  same time you start your curry.

In a medium pot, boil water (use a smidge more water than the package calls for), salt, & oil over high heat.

Once it starts boiling, add the rice.
Cover. Set secondary timer to 18 minutes.

Once the timer goes off, turn the heat off. Pour your milk/cream over the rice. Let sit covered until you finish up with the curry.

Fluff with a fork.

NOM.

nom

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1 – So that you get every last yummy drop of it, of course.
2—That sounded far naughtier than I had intended.  :/

3—I have three.  Sometimes when I am cooking, I am timing more than one thing at once. I figure I can’t be the only one that this happens to.

Infant Solitary Confinement is bad, mmkay?

For the first time in ages, I have time to sit and read. Read blogs, news sites, Facebook, etc. etc.  It is glorious. Informative. Thought-provoking. And sometimes, angry-making.

I came across an article during my breakfast bowl of Sriracha and chicken Ramen noodles (don’t judge) that infuriated me.  Not the article itself but one of the ideas it was debunking.

The implications of the entire article are interesting and something that I have slowly learned as a parent. Letting your kids roam is good for them. Letting them learn autonomy is GOOD FOR THEM.
But, and this is important, in order to do this – kidlets must, must, must (and I will reiterate this point a lot) know that they are being raised in a world by parents who will back them up.
One of the concepts that this article bashes is that of Ferberisation. A concept dating from the 1890’s. Haven’t we outgrown this bullshit?

“Parents are encouraged to schedule and limit the time they spend checking on the baby. Does the system work? Of course it does. That is hardly the question. The real issue is why would such a thing be promoted?”1

What the ever-loving fuck?  Why are parents being taught to put their infants into what amounts to solitary confinement? What the hell, people? Who thought this was a good idea?2

 “a famous British advocate of the system….[says] that babies who have been forced into a routine will later adapt easily to a school routine and, one presumes, be more malleable to a workforce system.”

Yes, by Gumby. Because malleable and easily controlled drones are exactly what the world needs right now. Yanno, instead of babies and children who know that their parents got their backs.

FERFUCKSAKES.

Now before anyone says anything, I totally grok needing a schedule for a child. I also grok that the needs of a hunter/gatherer tribe and an industrialized 8 to 7–er  are going to be completely different.  It is the price we pay for the privileges we have – running water, electricity, the internets, etc. etc.

However, and really why should I have to say this?, you adapt. You pick up your crying baby. You make sure that from an early age they understand that Mums and Daddums (or Daddums and Daddums, or Mums and Mums, or Mums and Mums and Daddums, ∞) are going to be there for them.  That way, later on, they will be able to roam with the sure and certain knowledge of parental backup.

1– Quotes are from here: http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2013/may/04/leave-them-kids-alone-griffiths which is, in turn, an extract from Kith: The Riddle Of The Childscape, by Jay Griffiths, published by Hamish Hamilton

2– Note, this is NOT up for debate. This is a rhetorical question. My blog. My rules. Keep in mind that I am the person who quietly barks at lax parents to “pick up your crying baby, you moron” while in public spaces.  You want to debate this, go to another forum where it is being bandied about. I am commenting on the absolute bugfuckery of this idea. BUGFUCKERY. >,<

3 – 9 to 5 has gone the way of the dodoes in today’s society.

Flight

Title inspired by the thesarus.com entry for the word.

 

 

 

Somewhere between Paranoid: A Chant and An Awful Rowing Toward God lies the scenic beauty of the cliffs. Standing on the edge, looking down into the pines, I can feel the lure of gravity. Sometimes, it takes the form singing and music. Most often, it takes the form of words. Many words, swirling and dancing. There is a clutching fear of pain that keeps my feet grounded, though.

It isn’t death I fear. It’s the pain of getting there.

When I am peeled free of anxiety, skinned and naked – then I will know the right things to say.  The way to capture all the racket in my head. I will know how to explain about the bath mat. I will know how to frame the swimming pool. I will have the phrase that explains under the football stadium, first year in high school; and another for the anxious over-the-shoulder grade school glances that shouldn’t have ever happened. Stanzas will appear to illuminate the dark corners. Fierce, terrible light that will uncover and remove and scour and liberate.

I will know new synonyms for reclamation and bravery and strength and survival.
Words that don’t hurt so much. Words that pull up scars instead of leaving them.

 

This isn’t self doubt.
This isn’t suicidal thoughts.
This isn’t anything but me making sense of the things that I have to say.

There is a lot to say. And it requires the right words.

 

 

 

 

Just so that we are all clear on this: I am not entertaining suicidal thoughts. I am not even sad or blue. Occasionally, someone says or writes something and it inspires a feeling in me. I write it all out, trying to capture that feeling, chasing it around my head until I can examine it in my hands. As I may have mentioned before, writing of any kind – poetry, biography, fantasy, erotica, sci-fi, essay – is all a process.