There is power in shouting over grim situations. But to know to be thankful in all things is a force within itself. For at the end of the day, He is still good.
Tonight’s dinner was a great success. I like it when after making a meal that seems to take almost two days to make, which I am sure no one wants to hear, but nonetheless, in my reality…sometimes it does, turns out good. Tonight’s response from Sean was, “Wow, that was really good!” Hearing those fine words, makes it all worth it…all the time in the kitchen hunched over the cutting board or over the recipe books, plural, truly pleases my heart to know that we are choosing to eat to nourish. And honestly, this food will please your body in more ways than one.
Walnut Lentil Burger:
Inspired By: Oh She Glows
- 3/4 cup lentils, picked over and rinsed
- 3/4 cup walnuts, toasted
- 1 piece bread, toasted OR 1/3 cup breadcrumbs
- 1 tsp ground cumin
- 2 tsp ground coriander
- 1/4 tsp red pepper flakes
- 3 cloves garlic
- 1/4 tsp sea salt
- Freshly ground pepper
- 1 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
- 1 chia/flax egg (1 tbsp ground chia or flax + 1/4 cup water)
HOW TO PLAY:
Preheat oven to 350F. In a small bowl make the chia or flax egg and set aside. Place lentils in a small pot and add a couple cups of water. Bring to a boil and simmer for about 25 minutes. Remove and rinse in colander. While the lentils are cooking, toast the walnuts by placing the walnuts on a baking sheet and cooking at 350F for about 12 minutes until golden brown and delicious. Let cool. In a food processor, process the garlic, walnuts, toasted bread OR breadcrumbs, garlic, spices & seasonings until combined. Now add oil and lentils and pulse until coarsely chopped (some lentils should be visible and left chunky). Add the flax or chia egg and pulse a bit more until combined. Now shape 4 patties with hands and place on a baking sheet lined with parchment. (I made 7 patties) Bake at 350F for 20-22 minutes on each side for a total of 40-45 mins.
I use garlic aioli on all our burgers, thanks to Brendan Brazier. The burgers taste great with the aioli, and a spicy mustard….MMMMMM! And of course PICKLES!
Cabbage Hemp Salad:
Inspired by: Crazy Sexy Kitchen
3 cups finely shredded cabbage (green and red mixed)
¼ cup red or yellow pepper
1 ½ avocado, pit removed and diced
3 Tbsp Hemp oil
1 ½ Tbsp lime juice
2 Tbsp diced green onions
¼ cup hemp seeds
3 Tbsp chopped cilantro
Salt and pepper to taste
How To Play:
Combine all ingredients in a bowl. Massage and mix with your hands to tenderize the cabbage and cream the avocado, and serve.
Roasted Sweet Potatoes and Potatoes and Rosemary:
Inspired by: Oh She Glows
1 ¾ fingerling potatoes…or whatever kind you have, sliced….
4-5 sweet potatoes, sliced
3 cloves garlic, minced
2 Tbsp minced fresh rosemary
4 Teaspoons Avocado oil
1 ½ tsp Maple Sugar
¾ tsp sea salt
¼ tsp fresh ground pepper
How To Play:
Preheat oven to 400. Line a large rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper. Wash potatoes and halve them lengthwise in a very large bowl.
Add the garlic, rosemary, oil, sugar, salt, pepper, and stir until the potatoes are covered. Roast for 35-38 minutes, stirring once halfway through the baking time, until the potatoes are golden.
Am I looking for a way to a great escape? To laugh, to cry, to be the emotions that weigh me down, but to free me at the same time? To stuff, oppress, or even to compress will not settle the fact that this day is what it is. It is a brilliant day. It is a wonderful day, it is a magnificent day, however this is also a day in which I wrestle and fight. I punch and I stomp. I laugh and I put my glasses on to block my washed out blue eyes from the sun behind the clouds, somewhere up in the sky. It is up there, somewhere, right? I can run my hands through my hair and feel. I can chop vegetables into unrecognizable states, and feel. I can feel objects, but the subjects of sickness, offence against my household, the afflictions on the wounded, or the severity of one’s shame or humiliation pressed against the glass wall of hopelessness, I can but feel, only see, as if a part of a silent picture show in slow motion. July 24th will forever be a date in which time stood still for a brief moment, yet also for a lifetime. I am in awe of such stillness, a breathless moment in which my heart stopped for a moment, the air disappeared, and sound, all around became absent. A place to escape, there was none. A place to hide, there is none. This is real life. I must continue to stare at this through the rear view mirror. For it follows me constantly. It does its business around me, but it will not do it in me. Enough is enough. Bad news will not take me down into the currents of despair and impossibility, to the places of no shelter or provision. For I will not dwell in a domain like this. Though I can’t escape the nay-sayers in my path, I can escape their words on my life. And that is what I determine to do, with my hands blood stained from the jagged rocks of their words and labels. My knees bruised, and my legs scraped as I hike up the God mountain from where my help comes, to soothe and caress, to give and to nurture. It is here where I will escape to. My eyes not on what lies before me, but on He who goes before me.