One kind word can warm three winter months.

- Japanese proverb

One kind word can warm three winter months.

- Japanese proverb

Vegan Durban Curry

I lived very briefly in Cape Town back in 2005. While there, I found that South African cuisine encompasses a broad spectrum of ingredients, flavours, and cultural influences. Additionally, the markets there had the widest variety of fresh produce, spices, and herbs I have ever encountered.

Durban curry is a wonderful dish from the Eastern Cape (Durban is a city on the other side of the country from Cape Town), which I had been told includes lamb and is served in a bread bowl, though I had seen most restaurants use prawns or chicken and serve the curry over rice. The sauce itself usually has butter or ghee in it. Compared to traditional Asian Indian curries, South Africa’s Durban curry is spicy but has stronger ginger and lime tones, while the curry flavor itself enhances other flavors and is not overpowering.

During my time in South Africa, I was an on-again/off-again vegan. Durban curry was something I remember smelling, seeing, and salivating over during a trip around the country’s coast, but I never actually tasted it while in South Africa. It wasn’t until several years later, as farmer’s markets and online food imports both became more common, that I had the time and ingredients readily available again for me to attempt to convert an authentic Durban curry recipe I had into a vegan dish with my own personal touches. The recipe below is what I came up with - red lentils and sliced peaches, cooked in a fragrant and spicy Durban curry sauce. 

Practice makes perfect with this dish - trust me, you’ll need to make it a few times before you’ll have it perfect. Don’t get frustrated if it’s not fantastic on the first go … keep trying, and enjoy!

  

VEGAN RED-LENTIL DURBAN CURRY WITH PEACHES (Serves 4-6)

 

LEGUMES 

4 cups vegetable stock 

¾ lbs red lentils 

¼ lbs split yellow peas 

  

SAUCE 

3 Tbsp coconut oil (safflower oil or canola oil can be used to substitute) 

2 medium white or sweet yellow onions, diced 

2 medium/small tomatoes, chopped 

3 small potatoes, peeled and diced 

3 small African bird’s eye chili peppers (also known as piri piri or peri peri), minced

¼ cup vegetable stock (or more, as desired)

1½ Tbsp garam masala

¾ tsp ground cumin

1 tsp ground coriander seeds

1 tsp ground cinnamon

1 tsp ground turmeric

¼  tsp salt

¼ tsp fresh ground pepper

¼ tsp paprika

1 tsp ground anise

½ tsp ground cardamom

½ tsp fennel seed

1 tsp ground cayenne pepper

1 Tbsp cilantro, minced

3 bay leaves

1½ tsp cane sugar

 

FINISHING TOUCHES

4 medium fresh peaches, peeled and sliced, or 1 16-oz can of peach slices in light syrup (drained)

4 Tbsp fresh lime juice (not concentrate!)

1 cup light coconut milk

3 garlic cloves, minced

1 Tbsp grated fresh ginger

1 sprig curry leaves (approximately 6 leaves on the sprig) or 1 ½ tbsp curry powder

 

Part the First: LEGUMES

1.       Rinse the yellow split peas and red lentils thoroughly using a fine mesh colander, until the water running through the legumes runs clear.

2.       Place the yellow split peas and red lentils in a 4-quart soup pot and add 4 cups vegetable stock. Bring to a rolling boil.

3.       Once boiling for one or two minutes, reduce heat to lowest setting and leave to simmer, until nearly all stock is absorbed.

 

Part the Second: SAUCE

1.       While waiting for the legumes to boil, in a large, deep skillet with high sides, sauté the diced onions in the oil, until the onions begin to soften and turn slightly brown.

2.       Stir in the garam masala, cumin, coriander, cinnamon, turmeric, salt, ground pepper, paprika, anise, cardamom, fennel, cayenne, cilantro, bay leaves, and sugar. Cook for a few minutes over low heat.

3.       Just as the spices begin to stick to the bottom of the skillet, increase the temperature to medium-low heat.

4.       Add the tomatoes, potatoes, and chilies. Slowly increase the temperature to medium heat, stirring well for about 15 minutes, or until the potatoes begin to turn opaque.

 

Part the Third: FINISHING TOUCHES

1.       Drain any remaining liquid from legumes and return legumes to pot.

2.       Add the spices mixture to the legumes pot. Slowly stir in the peaches, lime juice, coconut milk, garlic, ginger, and curry leaves (or powder). Add any remaining vegetable stock slowly, checking consistency as it is stirred in. (Never let the mixture get watery.)

3.       Cover and simmer for a further 15 to 20 minutes, until the mixture is quite fragrant and thick. Stir well again.

4.       Remove the curry leaves and/or bay leaves. Taste and adjust the seasonings as desired – add more spices to round out the heat, or add more lime juice/coconut milk, a few tablespoons at a time and stirring it in, to tone down the heat and thin out the mixture. Beware of adding too much liquid, as that will ruin the recipe.

Serve the curry ladled over cooked quinoa or brown rice. Alternately, serve the curry alone in a bowl, using Naan bread to scoop out the curry. Cilantro or mint leaves can be used for garnish, if desired.

PS: I would ask anyone wishing to share this recipe or copy it, to please credit me (Ciera Waring) for it. If reposted online, please include a link to this blog in addition to my name. Thank you! :)

‘When I read a book, I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes a part of me.’
Somerset Maugham (born 1874, died 1965), who wrote Of Human Bondage in 1915.


I'm a journalist of sorts, when I care to be. ↘

This is the face of a woman quite pleased with having finished nearly two dozen books in two weeks:
Two excellent, if slightly arduous, biographies (Winston Churchill in two volumes, then Jane Goodall in one), which were followed by a smattering of lighter fare, ranging from sci-fi (Dune), historical fiction (The Walking Drum), and a mix of the two (the whole Tales of the Otori series, and The Historian); some classics (Far From the Madding Crowd, The Count of Monte Cristo, and The Good Earth) and short stories (O. Henry’s works, of course); to memoirs (Dreaming in Hindi) and thrillers (all The Bourne Trilogy books from the 1980s); and for the grand finale each evening, some good ol’ fashioned scripture study (books of the New Testament, the Book of Mormon, etc).
I’m floating on a cloud - books are heaven. At least, it is a very close second to outdoor trinity of trail running/surfing/camping, but that’s another post altogether.

This is the face of a woman quite pleased with having finished nearly two dozen books in two weeks:

Two excellent, if slightly arduous, biographies (Winston Churchill in two volumes, then Jane Goodall in one), which were followed by a smattering of lighter fare, ranging from sci-fi (Dune), historical fiction (The Walking Drum), and a mix of the two (the whole Tales of the Otori series, and The Historian); some classics (Far From the Madding Crowd, The Count of Monte Cristo, and The Good Earth) and short stories (O. Henry’s works, of course); to memoirs (Dreaming in Hindi) and thrillers (all The Bourne Trilogy books from the 1980s); and for the grand finale each evening, some good ol’ fashioned scripture study (books of the New Testament, the Book of Mormon, etc).

I’m floating on a cloud - books are heaven. At least, it is a very close second to outdoor trinity of trail running/surfing/camping, but that’s another post altogether.

‘Better do a good deed near at home, than go far away to burn incense.’
Amelia Earhart (24 July 1897 – missing 2 July 1937, declared dead 5 January 1939), American aviation pioneer and author


Once I dreamed a little dream ... ↘

it’s raining!this is blissful … to have ached last nightto be seaside as my eyes closed in sleep,and when my eyes opened this morning,the ocean had traveled by overnight cloudand was knocking on my window …

it’s raining!
this is blissful … to have ached last night
to be seaside as my eyes closed in sleep,
and when my eyes opened this morning,
the ocean had traveled by overnight cloud
and was knocking on my window …

‘All I ask of you is one thing: please don’t be cynical. I hate cynicism - it’s my least favorite quality and it doesn’t lead anywhere.Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.’
Conan O’Brien, American comedian and television personality, when ending a goodbye speech during his last appearance on The Tonight Show as its host on 22 January 2010.


I saw this today and loved it:

Children dressed as Mahatma Gandhi pose on the eve of his 139th birth anniversary, in the northern Indian city of Lucknow. 1 October 2008. [REUTERS/Pawan Kumar]

ein roter luftballoon, nicht neunundneunzig luftballoons

I had a lovely moment this morning – coming out of the Metro underground at Pershing Square, I walked over to Broadway and 4th, where I had to wait on traffic before I could cross the street.

A single, lost red balloon – apparently fading on its helium filling – suddenly strayed into the street. It had a frayed red ribbon tied to it, and the balloon seemed to slowly meander its way through the air, dodging the cars around it that were exceeding local speed limits.

For a few moments, that balloon hovered near my face, like the curious hummingbirds at the parks do, before it blew back into the street. This is one of those scenes you only anticipate in some art-house film or a badly done drama with too many visual metaphors, but this … being reality, it was perfect.

I had woken up to a not-so-lovely day, and that silly red balloon taking its sweet time floating around the traffic of downtown Los Angeles – it was nice. It made me stop still for a bit, and ’smile aloud.’ I’m sorry to whatever child may have lost his/her balloon, but it certainly made my day a bit brighter, and probably for numerous other jaded Angelinos in suits, as well.

I proceeded to hear Nena in my head for the remainder of the day.

*sigh*

That is all.

it’s dawned on me.

Do you ever have those moments where an epiphany slaps you in the face like an angry friend? I just felt that sting a few minutes ago this very night …

I was on my way back to the flat from the bus stop, when I noticed a fellow trying to fix a very badly broken bicycle. The man was obviously homeless, with the bike having a shopping trolley full of odds and ends tied haphazardly to the back of it, as a sort of trailer. I’ve tried not to just give money away at every turn to the homeless after a friend made me realise that it’s better to teach someone how to get out of being homeless rather than just giving them money.

The difficult part is the fact that I was homeless when I was younger, and during that time I was without hope of work due to very extreme/odd circumstances – if it weren’t for the kindness of both strangers and friends, I would have never gotten by and progressed past that. Even now, although work and shelter et al are sorted, I am relying more on friends than I feel comfortable with. My heart bleeds for those I see on the street, regardless of how they got there and why there are still there. I don’t feel it my place to judge anyone. Anyway, I digress:

I stopped to give the last of my change to the homeless bloke with the broken bicycle, thinking that as tomorrow is payday, giving away my last few dollars wouldn’t hurt anything. I said something to him along the lines of ‘I hope I’m not being rude, but maybe you could use some change to help you find a way to fix your bike in full?’

Then this man shocked me by looking me up and down, smiling and saying in one of the raspiest, but kindest, voices I have ever heard:

‘Honey, you need those quarters more than me and you know it. Don’t go helping me when you are still struggling to help yourself. Once you’ve learned that, pay it forward. Now go home, honey. And please, take care of yourself.’

With that, he turned back to his bike and ignored the fact that my jaw must have hit the pavement quite loudly. I was dressed in my best business outfit, a dress no less with heels and the lot – I by no means looked unwell in any respect. I went back to the flat and cried. I am ashamed of myself …

I’m very lucky, you know – quite blessed. I just don’t realise it all of the time.