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Roasted Chickpeas and Veggies

Some people might call it pure laziness. Some could call it procrastinating. I would call it hibernating. That’s what I’ve been doing recently. No activities whatsoever.

To do it well you have to be determined. You mind have to be set. It’s not like anyone could just easily do it, you know.

What do you need to do it well? A few essentials:

  1. Cosy blanket.
  2. Easy to make and warming dish.
  3. Films.

In my hibernation faze I mostly roast. Not much effort, maximum satisfaction.

roasted chickpeas and veggies

roasted chickpeas and veggies

Roasted Chickpeas and Veggies

  1. Use any veggies you have or like – florets of cauliflower or broccoli, diced sweet potato or butternut squash, chopped kale, etc. Put them on the roasting pan with cooked chickpeas (or rinsed and drained tinned ones). Pour olive oil and mix well. Sprinkle with salt and mild chilli powder. Roast in the pre-heated oven (180C) for abut 20-30 minutes.
  2. Dress it with the splash of lemon or lime and a drizzle of tahini, add any roasted nuts you like. Keep on hibernating.

Now films. There are a few I have seen recently which I really enjoyed.

  1. ‘Inherent Voice’. Really atmospheric but weird film based in the 70s, directed by Anderson, packed with good actors. Cinematography by Robert Elswit – amazing.
  2. ‘The Gambler’. I have real anger issues, so I like watching Mark Walberg, as quite often I’m being called a female version of him.
  3. ‘Big Eyes’. ‘It was good living in the 50s if you were a man’. Exactly….I can watch anything done by Tim Barton.
  4. ‘Magic in the Moonlight’. Not as good as some of Woody Allen’s films, but anything by Woody Allen is on a certain level which some people never reach, so there.

I could go on, as there was a lot of hibernating in my part in the last two weeks. But let’s leave it here for now. See you next week.

roasted chickpeas and veggies

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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…

4 responses »

  1. Wow that looks seriously good!

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  2. Hey Nice, simple and quick recipe… got to try this..!!!

    Reply

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