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Millet and Cauliflower Patties

My last post about ‘The Way Way Back’ made me think of another great independent film, ‘In Search Of One-eyed Jimmy’. Partly because of Sam Rockwell who was the very cool and laid back Owen in ‘Way Way Back’ and a completely different person in the second film – the lost and shaken one-eyed Jimmy. There is another thing both films have in common – brilliant cast and superb acting.

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The plot is about a film student from California who comes to Brooklyn to shoot a documentary about a place he grew up in.

His idea changes a bit when he finds out that a guy from a neighborhood called One-eyed Jimmy (because of a glass eye) had gone missing. While the plot unravels, we are being introduced to some local characters – Joe Head: Neighborhood Virgin, Colonel Ron: Neighborhood Nut Job, Disco Bean: Neighborhood Legend (self proclaimed Baryshnikov of Brooklyn), etc. The more characters you meet the more bonkers they seem to be (and that’s the way I like it). The whole film is just the craziest, funniest, odd experience you can wish for. It is packed with great actors like mentioned before Sam Rockwell, Steve Buscemi, Samuel Jackson, John Torturro,  and many more. I watched it with my sister many years ago and it left us completely in awe and gobsmacked at the same time. It also reminded us of the neighborhood we grew up in…

I tried for years to find it on DVD, but it was quite a challenge. Nevertheless as actors stopped appearing only in independent films and slowly but surely became more and more famous and recognisable, ‘In Search of One-eyed Jimmy’ DVD became easier to find.

If you haven’t watched it yet, now is the time. Just be prepared for an unusual ride with lots of fun.

To pair it with, you will need something as unusual, like millet and cauliflower turned into a patty.

Millet and Cauliflower Patties:

millet and cauliflower patties

millet and cauliflower patties

1 cauliflower

1/2 cup millet

1 cup water

3 -4 spoons quinoa flakes

1 egg

1 clove garlic. chopped

sea salt

pepper

2 tbsp chopped parsley

1 tbsp chopped chives

cold pressed rapeseed oil

1. Cut cauliflower into chunks, place in the baking tray, sprinkle with oil, salt and pepper, make sure that every floret is covered. Bake in 170C oven. Leave to cool.

2. In the meantime cook millet. Heat a spoon of oil in the pot. Add millet and roast in the oil for a bit. When it starts smelling nutty, add water and a pinch of salt, simmer until cooked.

3. When everything is cooked and cooled, put cauliflower into a food processor, puree it. Put it into a bowl, add cooked millet and rest of your ingredients. Mix and form patties (the best way to do it is to wet your hands first). Heat the oil in the frying pan, fry your patties on both sides and serve with a salad.

millet and cauliflower patties

millet and cauliflower patties

millet and cauliflower patties

millet and cauliflower patties

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About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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