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Yellow Peanut Curry

My dream about Valentino made me revisit some of my favourite fashion films.

And the winner definitely stays the same: ‘Diana Vreeland:The Eye Has To Travel’.

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It’s an amazing documentary about an amazing woman. It’s very inspiring and makes you want to make an effort to express yourself better via clothes. The film is packed with beautiful photographs and Diana Vreeland is the most captivating person you can make a documentary about. My family was a bit like her mother in a way of telling me I was the ugliest child on Earth. It made her become a very strong individualist and see the importance of taking care of herself – with me it went sort of the other way. I became quite an individualist as well, but totally abandoned the other thing – the taking care of yourself and always being well put together part. Most days I don’t wear make up and sometimes I cut my own hair. But after watching something as inspiring as the film about Diana, I feel like making an effort. Still, women like Diana look at clothes as art and dressing up as expression of their personality. They dress up for themselves. I don’t like the perception that women dress to impress someone else. Maybe some women do, but not the individualists like Mrs Vreeland. We only like to please ourselves…

When you make an effort to dress up, you might as well make something nice to put into your stomach.

I know nothing about making a Thai curry, but you can always turn to someone for help. My inspiration was found in the book I mentioned before – ‘Thrive’ by Brendan Brazier.

Yellow Thai Curry

Yellow Peanut Curry

Yellow Peanut Curry:

2 tbsp coconut oil

1 onion, chopped

1 cup diced carrots

1 cup diced celery

1 lemon grass pounded

1 tbsp minced garlic

1 red pepper, diced

1 green pepper, diced

2 cm peeled and grated ginger

2 tbsp yellow curry paste

6 lime leaves

bok choy, chopped

1 cup baby corn

1 heaped tbsp smooth peanut butter

1 cup vegetable stock

1 can coconut milk

1 cup cashew nuts

rice, lime and pea shoots to serve

1. In a pot melt coconut oil. Add onions, carrots, celery, peppers, lemongrass, ginger and garlic, cook stirring for 5 minutes.

2. Add bok choy, lime leaves and baby corn. Cook for another 5 minutes and add curry paste and peanut butter, stir until melted and mixed in.

3. Reduce the heat. Add stock and coconut milk. Cook on a low heat for 15 minutes. Serve with rice, cashew nuts, sprinkle of lime juice and lime wedges, garnished with pea shoots.

yellow peanut curry

yellow peanut curry

yellow peanut curry

yellow peanut curry

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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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