About a month ago I tried posting this music video (or the song rather) but it was, unbeknown to me a dodgy one and so it got pulled from You-tube. Here’s the real deal. I really love this song, I think it’s very telling. Christians should start listening to more music than they find in Koorong (Their Christian bookshop). Yes the rare moment there can be good – thanks to those brutally honest guts like Derek Webb, (Who’s music has been booted out of such stores before), but there is a world waiting to be discovered where God exists in more beautiful and mysterious ways. As for being subtle, this song is not particularly so but could be taken a number of ways, there is something about it that rings clear with honesty.
I got both these pictures for my birthday, one via Etsy (link to come for Monsieur Rabbit) and one is a poster that I found on my shopping expedition with my Mum and sister to to city. I have finally got both framed, although not sure if the lighter frame works so well with the nest -bought the frames at different times. I’m pretty much head over heels for the rabbit. (Sorry about the photos, late afternoon inside is not such great light and the colours aren’t quite accurate – and extra sorry for what looks like pee-water in the vase of natives, I should really do something about that).
I have just swapped how I tracked the books I read from AllConsuming to GoodReads.
Why?
GoodReads is cleaner, neater, outputs an rss, has a facebook application, allows for reviews, ratings, sharing, the search works better, is still possible to dump in the sidebar of the blog, has the option to add books to your ‘to read’ list and output in various view formats. Plus there’s endless book trivia if you’re really bored and have worn out all your usual facebook tricks.
These were easy. Two cans of mini chickpeas in the blender* (I’d suggest you could use one bigger can). An egg. Some corriander seeds, some cummin, some fresh parsley – I used normal, flat would work just as well if not better. Blend. They were too mushy so I added some bread-crumbs. Made burgers and cooked them in a little bit of oil. Got to be fairly healthy too? See, the Edgell’s can says Low GI. Probably more healthy with salad. I didn’t have anything more decent than iceberg – and I forgot about that until after I ate them. So I ate them with Dijon and Snog** instead. They’d be good with something like Tatziki or you could go the chickpea overkill and add Hommus. I reckon adding garlic would also taste pretty grand.
So the lazy way to eat: put burgers on plate and eat with sauce and mustard or whatever other plethora of condiments you find in the fridge – which smells btw and should be cleaned out.
The fancy way: add garlic to the mix, serve with roquette, taziki and hommus.
*Only do this if you want to use your blender as a food processor – I don’t own a food processor
**Dead Horse, Tomato Sauce. Not Ketchup.
Btw I am not vego. I actually probably really prefer burgers with MEAT but these are cheap and easy and I will most likely make them again.
(Inspiration from Donna Hay – which I’m hesistant to share because a certain friend now wont cook them out of predjudice. And really, this friend needs all the help she can get, being an aspiring vego that still eats cheesburgers, right Ana?!)
Two mini cans of chickpeas make 3.5 burgers OR 3 burgers and one mini burger OR 3 really big burgers OR multiple miniture burgers, you could almost do mock fallafel with this stuff really… it’s all vegetarian.
I have found a Rebecca song! It is by Iron & Wine and I rather like it. Know any other ‘Rebecca’ish’ songs? Wow I’m self indulgent.
Belated Promise Ring
Sunday morning, my Rebecca sleeping in with me again
There’s a kid outside the church kicking a can
When the cedar branches twist she turns her collar to the wind
The weather can close the world within its handAnd my mother says Rebecca is as stubborn as they come
They both call to me with words I never knew
There’s a bug inside the thimble, there’s a band-aid on her thumb
And a pony in the river turning blue
They say,” Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take”
My Rebecca says she never wants a boy
To be barefoot on the driveway as they wave and ride away
Then to run inside and curse the open doorI once gave to my Rebecca a belated promise ring
And she sold it to the waitress on a train
I may find her by the phone but with a fashion magazine
She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again
They say, “Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take”
I think I could never love another girl
To be free atop a tree stump and to look the other way
While she shines my mother’s imitation pearlsSunday evening my Rebecca’s lost a book she never read
And the moon already fell into the sea
Saw the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flower bed
Now they blend with all the lightning-tattered trees
They say, “Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take”
My Rebecca said she knew I’d want a boy
A dollar for my boardwalk red balloon, to float away
She would earn a pocketful to buy me more