We have plenty of cooking shows. There are few who are brave enough to offer delicious recipes and common sense politics at the same time. Bravo to you! And, thank you for a snippet of sanity in these crazy times. Now I’m gonna shut up, try to be kind, and go wash my behind. 🌸💗🌸
"But resistance doesn’t have to be loud. Sometimes it’s just refusing to look away. Sometimes it’s staying engaged when disengagement would be easier." Thank you!
Love that I get two for the price of one (so to speak) Your recipes and your political commentary at the same time. There are hundreds of cooking videos people could watch but they would rather try to bully you into just silently making food ... why are people so stubbornly ignorant?
1. I learned a trick when travelling in Greece: If all you have are English or hothouse cukes, shred them and then dry them in the sun (provided its out), for about an hour or until they look lightly dehydrated.
2. Your description of how being in the kitchen is hard to divorce from politics hits a chord deep in my heart. This poem by Joy Harjo hangs on my kitchen wall. It brings chills every time I read it and really think about the ramifications of her words:
Perhaps the World Ends Here
By Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
In order to build towards outward resistance we have to build it up inside. Watching, listening, reading. Feeling it in our hearts. When the moment comes we will be ready if need be. This sounds sacrilegious but could you substitute pasta for the beans?
I made this recipe for lunch today. Loved it! Even my husband who resists cucumbers engaged in a taste! 😉 And came back for more! Thanks for your words of wisdom and a great recipe!
I have never used a recipe from the internet before your blog. Please do not stop what you do. I am much more interested in your cooking because you make it about family and discussions. It is easy to forget that food is much more than just nutrients. It is family and community. It is nurturing and sharing. You. are the dad I always wanted. I'm so grateful you are in my life even if you never meet me.
We have plenty of cooking shows. There are few who are brave enough to offer delicious recipes and common sense politics at the same time. Bravo to you! And, thank you for a snippet of sanity in these crazy times. Now I’m gonna shut up, try to be kind, and go wash my behind. 🌸💗🌸
Ha! Nice.
"But resistance doesn’t have to be loud. Sometimes it’s just refusing to look away. Sometimes it’s staying engaged when disengagement would be easier." Thank you!
Thank YOU.
Thank you for the delicious recipe and being an important part of the resistance! ☮️
Thanks, Sharon.
Love that I get two for the price of one (so to speak) Your recipes and your political commentary at the same time. There are hundreds of cooking videos people could watch but they would rather try to bully you into just silently making food ... why are people so stubbornly ignorant?
I like your bargain theory!
Thank you! And two things:
1. I learned a trick when travelling in Greece: If all you have are English or hothouse cukes, shred them and then dry them in the sun (provided its out), for about an hour or until they look lightly dehydrated.
2. Your description of how being in the kitchen is hard to divorce from politics hits a chord deep in my heart. This poem by Joy Harjo hangs on my kitchen wall. It brings chills every time I read it and really think about the ramifications of her words:
Perhaps the World Ends Here
By Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
Copyright © 1994 by Joy Harjo.
Lovely! Thank you for this.
This is my next calligraphy piece! Thanks, I've never been introduced to Joy Hajo
Thank you for the recipe and the words of encouragement 🤗
Thank you for being here, Deborah!
I love all this hummus or chickpeas, so this looks like a winner!
You take the same stand I do, and your voice is incredibly reassuring.
As is yours, Cate. Thanks!
In order to build towards outward resistance we have to build it up inside. Watching, listening, reading. Feeling it in our hearts. When the moment comes we will be ready if need be. This sounds sacrilegious but could you substitute pasta for the beans?
Sure! I think you could use a macaroni or farfalle, and if so, I'd cut the cucumbers one half smaller to improve the mouthfeel of the overall salad.
Most appreciated
You just keep on doing you.....just the way you do you.... F##K those MAGA trolls telling you how to do you!
Thanks for the recipe - and now I can follow along on Substack!
Thank you!
I made this recipe for lunch today. Loved it! Even my husband who resists cucumbers engaged in a taste! 😉 And came back for more! Thanks for your words of wisdom and a great recipe!
This makes me so happy. Thank you!
I really wish I could hire you at my chef. I love your content🥰.
Thank you 🙏🏼
I have never used a recipe from the internet before your blog. Please do not stop what you do. I am much more interested in your cooking because you make it about family and discussions. It is easy to forget that food is much more than just nutrients. It is family and community. It is nurturing and sharing. You. are the dad I always wanted. I'm so grateful you are in my life even if you never meet me.
I’m honored! Thanks, LeeAnn.
I cannot tell you how refreshing your posts are and how important they are to so many people. Thank you.