smoked trout salad with fresh horse radish,cream cheese, fresh dill . over thinly sliced cucumber slices. perfect for a cocktail party !
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lentil soup with chicken and tuscan kale
Its getting colder and its holiday time, so nothing like some comforting, healing hot soup! Here it is step by step:
Sear chicken skin side down to get a nice golden brown color both sides. I like to leave the skin on as it gives a nice flavor, and does not make the soup too smoky tasting (like you would get with bacon for example).
In a pot add 3 tablespoons of olive oil. Add 1 each of chopped small onion, carrot and celery. Let that sweat and then add 4 cloves of whole peeled garlic. In soups and stews I keep the garlic cloves whole because I hate to lose all the juices to the cutting board.
Now season with a mix of dried thyme, sea salt, paprika, and ground black pepper. I keep a mix of these ingredients handy with the rest of my spices. Next add a hand full of whole grape tomatoes (saves you from more chopping). and 1 cup of red lentils.
Let this cook for a minute …
At this point add chopped tuscan kale and lay the seared chicken on top. Add 4 cups of chicken broth and let it simmer for 40 mins. With this slow simmer you get fork tender chicken!
That’s it! Ladle the soup in a bowl and drizzle with olive oil. For a little more heat, add some chili flakes, and serve!
lump crab cakes
lump crab cakes made with fresh crab meat, with a hint of curry powder. Served with miniature greens salad and home made spicy aioli.
kolhapuri chicken curry
this traditional hot fiery chicken curry was made with freshly ground spices and potatoes, served with steamed rice. have some yogurt on the side if you can not handle the heat!
kaju katli (Indian marzipan)
sweet made with cashews, rose petals, sugar… candle not edible 🙂 happy diwali!
home made pizza!
tandoori pomfret
pomfret marinated in yogurt, ginger, garlic and spices then grilled to perfection!
dandelion greens and chickpea stew
There are aspects of my life that are difficult to verbalize and articulate, but these are the moments that shaped my true being and life experience far more than the enjoyable and visually attractive moments have. For just this I am very thankful.
I am grateful for all the things I never wanted to go through, but did. For all the “unfair” things that happened in life. For everything that didn’t go my way, I feel blessed.
You wonder why? Because through these times I learned that what I want is very often not what I need, and through such experiences I have grown the most.
I have seen and understood the range of emotions and strength a human is capable of, from the lowest all the way to the highest. We humans are remarkably resilient! In one such experience I have seen the weight of loving someone in replete amounts, so I know my heart is capable of such strength, and for that I am most certainly thankful .
I have watched people walk in and out of my life like the wind. This made me see the importance of making the most of what is staring right at my face while there still is a chance. Nothing is for sure and life moves in different and uncertain patterns. There is never a straight road – it never will be .
When people tell me “your heart must be broken to pieces”, I say priceless pieces of a puzzle; that puzzle makes up the person I will continue to become.
To conclude, I am thankful that I get to watch my family and friends as they walk their respective journey side by side. For each of you I give respect, love and lots of good thoughts.
chickpea crepe
Good morning all you beautiful people !!
What an abyss between having an impression and having to express! I guess our sardonic fate—to have feelings on part with William Wordsworth, and yet to talk about them like desperate salesmen or arrogant teenagers. I think we are practicing alchemy backwards; touch gold and it turns into stone; touch pure songs of experience, and they turn into the verbal synonym of poppycock and hogwash.
How about some Breakfast now !
Chickpea batter crepe, seasoned with spices and stuffed with sprout salad. Topped with a dip of roasted bell pepper, yogurt and tahini.
my morning’s
Ring…ring Ring…ring
I am woken from my delicious slumber by the annoying ring and buzz of my iPhone…
Ring…ring Ring…ring
groan…
Finally I give in and roll over to grab the phone. Its mom…
“You want my advice?”
I give a pause… Trust me, it’s no more than a formality when she says that. It doesn’t matter if I have clearly said “yes” or “no”, I am going to get it anyway. This is that moment — you know, the one where I want to say mom I am busy let’s talk later and quickly get back to whatever it was I was happily idling the time away with, such as that wonderful dream I was having when… OK, focus…
After the pause, I take a deep breath (a daughter trait), and I let her indulge in talks and advice, seriously wondering and wanting her to say “I got to go!” — she is clearly not ready to go.
I want to complain that she woke me up. I want to tell her I am busy. I want to tell her that she is the strangest and the craziest person I know, and that at times she has the most hair-brained ideas! Mom, stop it!
Instead, I take a deep breath, and smile quietly to myself, rolling to the other side of the bed to settle in for a heated conversation.
Honestly (and just between you and me), I love it all… her not so very subtle advice, quizzing for information on my daily routine, fussing over my hair and skin thousands of miles away, and of course our brainless arguments on the stupid and endless issues.
How does she do it?! She knows how to rummage in through my mind and put things straight for me. (I guess that is a mother trait).
In all the madness of this masterpiece of mother-daughter relationship one thing is clear – I love her and I secretly can’t wait for tomorrow mornings wake up phone call!
Anyway Tonight’s Dinner is Served !
Grilled salmon, marinated in Caribbean spices on a bed of rice and beans, cooked in broth and coconut milk. Side of black cherry and avocado salad.
nutssys secret supper club 
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