A song about your favorite animal
A song about your favorite color
A song about your favorite number
A song about your favorite food
A song about or from your favorite era in history
A song about your favorite abstract concept.
And….GO!I’ve made yeasted chickpea flour flatbread before, I realize that, and I’ve already told you all about it. But this version is different. It has an egg in it, and some baking powder. This makes it more like a pancake, and makes it both lighter and richer. It has a nice lacy soft texture. I made it to go with some collards and roasted sweet potatoes, but sadly I burnt them, so we ate it with pasta and red sauce, which Malcolm made for us.
Feel them spirit
Lord, I thank you
Feel alright now
I’m gonna put it on, I put it on already
Good Lord, help me
I’m not boastin’
Feel like toastin’
I just read about a person called the “toastmaster,” who arranges and announces all the toasts, and I’ve decided that this is my new career goal, my dream job. When a person feels so much happiness or love or gratitude that they need to speak it aloud, they come to you. You hold up your hands and cry, “Pray silence for a toast!” And everybody raises their glasses, which are spilling over with good cheer. And wherever you go, when people see you they feel moved to shout out their esteem and appreciation for whom or whatever they are currently esteeming and appreciating. And apparently the subject of a toast is also called a toast, and these toasts will abound, eventually we’ll all be someone else’s toast, and everybody will feel proud and happy. Toast.These rolls are very good toasted! I had some leftover pumpkin purée (from a can) and I decided to add it to a yeasted bread recipe. And I decided to make it savory rather than sweet. I added rosemary and a little bit of coriander powder, because I’ve recently resolved to use coriander powder more often. It adds a lemony floral flavor, which I liked but the kids didn’t. So feel free to alter the spices to your family’s tastes. I baked these in a large shallow muffin tin, but you could probably just plop the batter on a baking sheet. They might spread out and be a bit flatter, but they’d still taste good. Texturally, these are soft and a little chewy, and they go nicely with soup or stew. Or just eat them TOASTED with butter!!
Well, I make a lot of cakes, and this is one of my favorite I’ve ever made. It has a dense pleasant quality, almost like shortbread, and the combination of cinnamon and almond is a perfect one. It has a soft cakey part topped with a sort of crumble with lots of bittersweet chocolate chips in it. Nice with coffee in the morning, tea in the afternoon, and wine after dinner.
Here’s a link to the interactive playlist. Add what you like or leave a note in the comments and I’ll try to add it through the week.
Then, in a little while, the great tumultuous din–the roaring of men and other, lower moans–faded and died away. And that terrible swirling dust, my king, was in a moment absorbed by the blood drenched earth. We left the town in a panic, in a daze, blinded more by fear than by the dust itself. When we got to the road, as our eyes cleared, we could see what we had left behind. The sun died, too, and fell, gasping off the edge of the world, spreading long grasping crimson arms across the earth. And in this light we saw that the chaos was complete. Whole buildings had fallen, leaving only gaunt, staring, motionless wheels rising from mounds of brick rubble and ragged weeds. And let me tell you that we left with just the clothes we had on our backs. And they were tattered, they were rags, dirty strips of fabric matted to our wounds. We stumbled down the road, broken and bruised, charred and ruined, but always moving, trying to leave this day behind to fester in our nightmares where it belonged. In the distance on the road before us we saw a figure approaching, slouching towards us, with a long, strange stride, singing. He came nearer and we saw that it was a man, a large man with a perfect smile on his face. “Friend,” we said, “You must turn around, you must flee this place.” But he said, “I am done with running. Is it not better to be freed from cares and agues, from love and melancholy, and the other hot and cold fits of life, than like a galled traveler, who comes weary to his inn, to be bound to begin his journey afresh?” Well, we could not argue with that; what could we say to that, after all we had seen? We watched him on his way, and he raised a small rosy cloud of dust with each footfall, and soon we lost him in the sanguine whirl of everything. We turned on our way, and soon night, fresh and quiet, almost unstirring, enveloped the earth.
It’s a purple purée! Isaac was mystified by this dish, but he ate it anyway. It’s a combination of a purple sweet potato, a regular potato and half a head of cauliflower, all boiled till tender and then mashed together till smooth. It was really delicious. I seasoned it very simply with butter, salt and lots of pepper, but you could jazz it up with various herbs and spices, or even with cheese.
Here’s The Smiths with Cemetery Gates, because I’ve had these lines in my head all night…If you must write prose/poems
The words you use should be your own
Don’t plagiarise or take “on loan.”
And of course that’s exactly what I did, I took words on loan.
And they all pretend they’re Orphans
And their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember
Tell the things you can’t forget that
History puts a saint in every dream.
Down the street the dogs are barkin’
And the day is a-gettin’ dark
As the night comes in a-fallin’
The dogs’ll lose their bark
An’ the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind
For I’m one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind
In this life, in this life, in this life,
In this, oh sweet life:
Coming in from the cold.
It’s you – it’s you – it’s you I’m talkin’ to -
Why do you look so sad and forsaken?
When one door is closed, don’t you know other is open?
Hear the corncrakes and the deerhooves
And the sleet rain on the slate roof
A medallion locked inside her hand
in her hand
Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it’s right out of the blue
Do you went to work in Debenham’s, because that’s what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay
Just listen to me I won’t pretend
To understand the movement of the wind
Or the waves out in the ocean
Or how like the hours I change
Softly slowly plainly blindly
Oh me oh my!
Visions occupy my synaptic’s space
Command and shake, to illustrate my mind’s landscape
The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops
Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it
I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
Shinin bright, but still I’m careful not to waste it
Destined to rise, because I’m basement adjacent
What are these? These are all lyrics that I love! These are all lyrics I could read as poetry, which are only made better by the addition of music. There are a lot more songs where these come from, and I’m going to make them into a list. So that’s the subject of today’s Sunday interactive playlist. Songs with powerful lyrics. They could be beautiful or funny or clever or moving…whatever you like.
And these cookies…well it all started when Malcolm wanted to try to make dulce de leche. I’ve made dulce de leche in the past, and it turned out okay, so I thought, why not? This time I was distracted, and I cooked it too long on too high a temperature, and it became like caramel, like those lovely chewy, slightly chalky milk caramels they used to give out at the used book store across the street. I think they were werthers chewy caramels. If you have a batch of overcooked dulce de leche, you can use that, if not, I’m sure you can get some soft chewy caramels at the store, and use those!
Here’s a link to the interactive playlist. Add what you like or leave a song in the comments and I’ll add it through the week.
This pizza was very very tasty. I couldn’t resist buying some purple sweet potatoes, they’re just so pretty. So I sliced them thin and roasted them with olive oil, balsamic, rosemary and smoked paprika. Sort of like sweet potato pepperoni!! And then I decided to put them on a pizza with baby arugula and black olives. Sweet meets peppery meets salty. I put some of the arugula under the cheese, and I scattered some on top at the end. I used a mixture of sharp white cheddar and mozzarella, which I think was a good combination, but obviously you can use whatever you like. And that’s that.