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Chickpeas and spinach curry

When the days are cold and dark and you are feeling a bit bah humbug (because of all the people doing Christmas shopping and crowding the streets) there is one solution – watching a gritty, dark film and having hot, comfort food.

Last year I watched ‘Paperboy’. After it’s release the film got mixed reviews and I can understand why. It’s twisted and at times hard to watch. But I can’t forget it and I still remember the atmosphere, colours and the grittiness of it. And not to mention pretty good acting. First of all, it was a long time since I saw Nicole Kidman at her best. But when you throw in Mathew McConaughey and John Cusack, it can’t get any better. The whole experience of watching it makes you feel sticky and dirty and inadequate, you just want to  wash your hands afterwards. Or to have an energetic scrub in a shower…

And you need something warming and nourishing to have it with. Now, I’m not an expert on making curry, I know there are curry purists who are going to say ‘that’s not how you make it’, etc. But quoting Frank S. : ‘And may I say, not in a shy way, Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way’.

chickpeas and spinach curry

chickpeas and spinach curry

Chickpeas and Spinach Curry

1 shallot, chopped

1 chilli chopped (seedless)

1 can chopped tomatoes

1 clove garlic, chopped

200g spinach

1/2 cup red lentils

1 cup cooked chickpeas (you can use canned, just drain them properly to get rid of sodium)

150g coconut milk

1 tsp tumeric

1 tsp garam masala

1 tsp mild curry

1 tbsp cumin seeds

sea salt

chopped coriander

2 tbsp olive oil

1. Heat oil. Add chopped shallot, fry until translucent. Add garlic, chilli, cumin seeds, tumeric, garam masala, and curry, fry for 2 minutes.

2. Add chopped tomatoes, one cup of water, coconut milk and lentils. Cover and let it simmer till lentils are soft.

3. Add chickpeas and spinach. Wait till spinach gets soft, add pinch of salt and lime juice. Sprinkle with coriander and serve with rice.

chickpeas and spinach curry

chickpeas and spinach curry

chickpeas and spinach curry

chickpeas and spinach curry



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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