full-fat coconut milk, FTW.
ha!
guys,
i made some heavy curry hottness for my face,
and i went after it with reckless abandon-
check the teleport:
BOOM!
even the grains were exxxtra-exxxtra, y'heard?
word.
tri-color quinoa, millet and buckwheat, all burly an' that.
nice.
and the coconut milky fuego?
it was expert in all the right ways for days.
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potato, celery, onion, carrot, sweet orange and yellow peppers,
jalapeno pepper, cilantro, and little red tomatoes, all sauteed in coconut oil,
plus toasted cumin, smoked paprika, toasted turmeric,
shredded skin-on organic ginger,
two cloves of crushed garlic; GPOP, crushed coriander seed, black pepper, and pink salt.
that's a LOT, but it isn't even everything. nope. not at all, y'all.
y'got toasted cashews-
the broth is more specific than the veggies-
add as much of everything veggie as you like, but make sure the broth consists of:
one can of that full-fat coconut milk;
2 T tamari;
2 T rice wine vinegar;
1 lime's juice;
2 T sriracha;
3 T oelek chili paste;
and two cups of warm water-
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that's the stuff.
so,
how do you know when a pot of hot curry is done?
the boiled-up roots are all soft.
that's the key-
the y'gotta add MORE cilantro,
and fresh basil,
and jalapenos,
and scallions,
and spinach by the handful,
and get it all ready!!
then garnish it with even MORE of all of that.
mmmhmmm,.
too much is the right amount.
i love it.
spicy, rich, filling, hearty, warm......
everything you need to offset a -1℉ night.
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i wasn't sure what to make, and then i remembered i had that coconut milk.
sometimes, one ingredient calls out, and then it calls the shots.
i ate a LOT of this tasty business,
and then i conked out hard and fast.
i guess my little brain is racing around in my skull at about a billion miles per hour,
and it tires me out pretty damned quickly.
i never used to feel OLD.
now, if i feel anything at all, it's the passage of time.
yikes.
that's a hard style, neighbors, but it's the truth.
time ticks past at an alarming rate,
and soon enough, i'll have a whole new world opening up in front of me.
ready or not, it doesn't matter.
it's all really happening and that's all there is to it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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