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guitarbuddha

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Comfort.

Sensitive artists are so often at odds with the world.

And whilst venting can be a comfort there is something to be said for comfort food.

Yet very few of us can afford expensive restaurants.

So here is a cheap and reasonably healthy recipe.

Banana and Honey Semolina.

Add one cup of cous cous to three cups of boiled water. Stir in a teaspoon of dried ginger a quarter teaspoon of salt and four tablespoons of sugar.

Bring brusquely to the boil and then reduce heat until most of the water is absorbed and it becomes 'gloopy'. Reduce the heat further and simmer very gently for maybe ten mins. Add a cup of full fat milk and bring to a gentle simmer for just a few minutes. If too liquid give a little more time and if it gets lumpy a little more milk.

Remove from the heat.

In a bowl mash eight large bananas with your hand until quite liquid but with a few chunks. To this mixture add a half teaspoon of cardammon powder a 300ml can of eveporated milk and a very generous tablespoon of strong honey.

Add to the semolina (couscous).

You can eat it straight away.

But since there should be about a litre and a half of it the rest can be left to cool for a few days and then put in the fridge ready for the next attack of frustration.

Will last for about five days and peaks about day three.

D.

REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 4 2014 1:18:31

Anders Eliasson

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RE: Comfort. (in reply to guitarbuddha)

Yeah, eating cures many things and calms the nerves. Thats why so many are fat because they are frustrated.
Sounds like you have a sweet tongue. Its not what I would make, but if maybe you could serve it for me next time I´m in Scotland.
I love eating raw. And no, its not because I´m a new age raw food freak. On the the contrary. I find them to be far out. I´m natural. Since I was a kid I´ve always loved raw vegetables. Besides all the standard salad things, carrots, brocoli, cabbage, caulifloor. (spell) squash.. green selery etc. My dogs love it to. half a carrot makes them crazy, but they prefer fruit. All kinds of fruit. I have a Japaneese fruit tree, calld a Nispero here in Spain and my Spanish water dog really likes that fruit, so she tried to climb the tree a month ago when the fruits were ready. She almost succeded but fell down and I had to tell her to stop.

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REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 4 2014 7:45:58

guitarbuddha

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RE: Comfort. (in reply to Anders Eliasson)

Nice dog story.

If you come to Scotland then I hope you like Curry and couches.

I have a sweet tooth but if given the choice my first choice is spicy. The ginger and cardammon give it away.

D.

REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 4 2014 10:39:06

aeolus

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From: Mier

RE: Comfort. (in reply to Anders Eliasson)

quote:

My dogs love it to. half a carrot makes them crazy, but they prefer fruit. All kinds of fruit.

I wonder if they would eat berries off a Hackberry tree and what would its effect have on them. I recall as a boy in Texas the Robins certainly loved them. Maybe because they got high on them and would fall out of the trees unable to fly! Had I been born a few years later I might have been part of the counter culture and tried them myself.

Just checking the history of the tree I found this interesting bit.
Most of your ancestors owe their lives to the fruit of the hackberry tree. It is the oldest-know foraged food, going back over 500,000 years to the grave of Peking Man. Found on every continent except Antarctica, every culture that arose around hackberry trees utilized them as one of their main sources of calories...until us now. Now it is considered a "trash tree" and considered to be an annoyance. We have forgotten how it kept so many humans alive for tens of thousands of years.

REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 4 2014 12:52:40

Anders Eliasson

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RE: Comfort. (in reply to guitarbuddha)

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hackberry trees

I liked that that story. And its just another picture of modern life. We consider many things to be trash. How can a tree be an annoyance.
I love being in the forest. And I always think about how old some of the trees are and how bad we treat them...... But, well, in the en its just a mirror of how we treat ourselves.

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REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 6 2014 7:08:56

guitarbuddha

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RE: Comfort. (in reply to Anders Eliasson)

I've never hugged a tree. But not for the reasons such a statement might suggest.

If I were alone in a forest on a beautiful day I probably would be afraid to hug a tree. Not because I might feel ridiculous. But for fear that allowing a link with nature might take away the comfort of my on self regard.

I have never held a newborn child of my own but I imagine that it takes similar courage.

D.

REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 6 2014 13:10:09

akatune

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RE: Comfort. (in reply to guitarbuddha)

Make that cous cous with chicken bullion rather than water, let it cool.
Add a bunch of raw red bell pepper, some sliced sautéd and cooled mushrooms, a lot of cilantro, diced tomato without pulp, some diced onion, salt, lemon juice and a bunch of grilled chicken (spiced with whatever, but some curry powder is good). Then chill.

Super easy, super tasty. Great for summer.

REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 6 2014 14:34:01

guitarbuddha

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RE: Comfort. (in reply to akatune)

I'm with you, and toss in a handful of sultanas and a tablespoon of good olive oil for me please.

D.

REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 6 2014 14:55:14

Richard Jernigan

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From: Austin, Texas USA

RE: Comfort. (in reply to Anders Eliasson)

quote:

ORIGINAL: Anders Eliasson

quote:

hackberry trees

I liked that that story. And its just another picture of modern life. We consider many things to be trash. How can a tree be an annoyance.
I love being in the forest. And I always think about how old some of the trees are and how bad we treat them...... But, well, in the en its just a mirror of how we treat ourselves.

As some of you may know, I lived for more than 18 years on a tiny island in the Central Pacific. Part of the compensation of most workers on the island was free food in a cafeteria, all you could eat, three meals a day. The food was good, and well prepared, by Euro-American standards.

One of the workers was from Kosrae, a small high island about 350 miles to the west. Mose seemed to regard much of the infrastructure where we lived as a temporary incursion of the white people. This included the cafeteria, and the food available in the store.

Mose worked as a deckhand on one of the boats. He usually trolled in the wake with a handline. Other deckhands did the same, but Mose always caught the first fish, the largest fish and the most fish. He tended an assortment of trees in the jungle, and had a small pit of composted soil where he raised taro, whose roots he laboriously prepared and cooked. Though Mose was entitled to cafeteria meals, I never saw him eat anything that was imported.

There was a thick growth of coconut palms on the island. I once spoke casually to Mose as he was opening a coconut. He responded by spending about 3/4 of an hour showing me the different stages of coconut ripeness, and the preparation and uses of the coconut at its different stages. Sometimes he would give me a banana from one of several kinds that grew in the forest, often he gave me fish.

One of my fondest memories.

RNJ

REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 6 2014 19:01:26

Estevan

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RE: Comfort. (in reply to guitarbuddha)

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REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 6 2014 19:53:01

aeolus

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RE: Comfort. (in reply to Anders Eliasson)

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I love being in the forest.

Some here (Ruphus) indicated some distaste about the story of my first hunt but really the main pleasure is just being out in the bush country and especially in the thirties through early fifties before Texas began it's considerable expansion in commerce and population. it was possible to find the kind of quiet and solitude that is rare now. In those days the highway that ran through one side the ranch (which Don John Gregorio fought causing reporters to describe the ranch as the Walled Kingdom) was just 2 lanes and traffic was sparse so it was possible to enjoy the quiet with only the wind whistling though the mesquite--as lovely a sound as any symphony. Last time I was there it was a 4 lane divided highway and the traffic could be heard 6 miles away at the ranch house plus the ranch had been opened to the oil companys and in some places the clanking of the drilling operations could be heard.
Once when I was very young--maybe 4 or 5 --I remember spending the afternoon siesta (religiously observed) with my 3 sisters on the 3rd floor in the great house on cots. Terribly boring I thought, but it left me with a treasured memory: laying there with only the sound of the wind; the rustle of palm fronds; and occasionally, the sound of a car approaching the house announced by the crunch of its wheels on the gravel road, all made an indelible impression. Finally at around 3 the slam of a door; a footfall on the tile floor way down on the first floor meant the long tedium was over and there would be a picnic at the wharf (Baffin Bay). It was always the same: roast beef sandwiches; large thermoses of fruit punch always with pineapple; and watermelon. Simple pleasures.

REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date Jun. 6 2014 20:25:26