When you pay attention, even the constants in life are changing. —Brooke Semple
Healthy and nourishing food was the only alpha and omega of rural economy. —Mahatma Gandhi
The first wealth is health. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
They tried to bury us, they didn’t know we were seeds. —Mexican Proverb
Growing up, there was no food that I didn’t like more than green mung bean curry. I won’t even mention, here on a food blog, what I thought it looked like. But, take those same mung beans and let them sprout and then make a curry, magically, the result would be my favourite food.
Continue reading “growing bean sprouts & an indian bean sprouts dry curry recipe”
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning. —Louis L’Amour
It’s the weekend of Thanksgiving here in Canada! That time of the year when markets are brimming with produce and we gather around the table with our loved ones feasting on autumnal fare. Thanksgiving is simply a harvest festival, much like those taking place around the world since ancient times. And while the highlight of these festivals is always the crops that have come to maturity and the foods that are made with them, there is a harvest of a different sort that takes place at the same time— albeit less pronounced, but of great importance… it’s the harvest of seeds. Of great importance as it’s they that hold the promise of future harvests after all.
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Two kale recipes today! Both are kale versions of recipes that I have been making for quite some time now. These ones, though, provide perfect opportunity to use up any extra kale that I may have lying around in the fridge (if you saw my last post, then you can imagine that I had some!), as well as, to sneak a bit more kale into my children’s diet. Continue reading “indian spiced kale roti and kale chickpea patties”
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children. -Indigenous wisdom
When we first moved to Canada in the 70s, we lived in the eclectic neighbourhood of Mile End in Montréal, home already to successive waves of new immigrants who had come before us. In a way, our first neighbourhood was a fairly good representation of the population of the country at large and a pretty good place to start new roots. However, of all the other people who had settled here before us, the people with whom my parents identified most with were not immigrants at all.