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Veggie Paella

I mentioned here before my anger issues. Unexpected anger outbursts recurring frequently…yeah.

There were a few things which got me angry in the last two weeks. One of them was Golden Globes cancellation, which apparently now it’s back on. But I can’t to seem to find it back on on Sky Premier, as it originally supposed to be broadcasted on.

The second one got me enraged. I found out that ‘Hateful Eight’ was released to selected cinemas, so now to see it I have to travel miles. What a freaking liberty….

And another thing is, I haven’t seen the sun for ages. The thing is, I don’t have a fancy camera. For years I have been using old point and shoot one, but it started playing up a bit, so all my recent pictures have been taken by my phone. I don’t know if you know how difficult it is to take a picture in the darkness. Or close to darkness. Almost impossible. And I cook to eat, not to take photographs, so I have 5 minutes to take a picture after my food is done before it gets cold, I can’t hang around for hours to take a better picture. Also I am working, and in winter by the time I am back home, it’s dark. So pardon me for the appalling quality of the pictures in the last few months.

Now, don’t you like from time to time a nice starchy meal?

veggie paella

Veggie Paella

2 shallots

2 cloves garlic

1 red, green and yellow pepper


1 cup green peas

1 1/2 paella rice (or short grain brown rice)

small chilli

1 1/2 l vegetable stock

1 cup white wine

pinch saffron




olive oil

  1. Heat olive oil in a heavy pan. Add chopped shallots. Fry until translucent. Add chopped garlic and chili. Fry until soft.
  2. Add chopped peppers. Fry for about 10 minutes until they soften. Add rice and cook for 5-7 minutes until coated with oil. Add wine and vegetable stock, saffron. Cover and cook on a low heat.
  3. Ten minutes before rice is cooked add peas and chopped asparagus. Cover again and cook. You might need to add more liquid. Season with salt, pepper and paprika.

veggie paella

veggie paella




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…

2 responses »

  1. We love veggie paella! Great recipe and we can really empathize with ‘winter photography’ (it can be a real headache)! 🙂


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