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Quinoa Tabbouleh

In Uncategorized on May 29, 2010 at 8:14 am

No, I didn’t just sneeze.  Quinoa Tabbouleh is my new love affair.  Well, not really, Nathan without a doubt has my heart.  But he better be careful, because this is becoming a pretty close second.  In our home, meatless meals are considered more of a side dish.  If there’s no dead animal, Nathan wonders where the rest of the meal is.

I’ve been running somewhat low on recipe ideas as of late (see previous post) and my friend Rochelle, gave me the idea to try to this dish.  For those of you that don’t know about Quinoa, it’s pronounced keene-wah, not quinn-oh-ah, as Rochelle had to correct me.  I liked quinoa as an alternative to couscous.  It has a nice nutty and earthy flavor, and it’s uber good for you.  This was incredible!  Though it’s vegetarian, the quinoa and all of the veggies fill you up.  I pulled this recipe off of but made some adjustments to the final product.  It reminds me of something that I could have eaten in Turkey or any other middle eastern country.  I served ours with greek yogurt and flatbread (Trader Joe’s has both that are really yummy, and really cheap).  So without further ado…Quinoa Tabbouleh.

Quinoa Tabbouleh

2 cups water

1 cup quinoa

1/4 c. olive oil

1/2 t. sea salt

1/4 c. lemon juice  (I didn’t use fresh squeeze, but instead finished the dish off with a squeeze of fresh lemon over the top)

3 tomatoes, diced

1 cucumber, diced

2 bunches of green onion, diced

1 can chickpeas

1/4 cup parsely, chopped finely

1/2 c. cilantro, chopped finely

salt & pepper to taste

splash of white wine vinegar to finish

Boil 2 cups of salted water.  Add 1 cup of uncooked quinoa, cover, reduce to a low simmer for 10-15 min until water absorbed.  Leave sit for 5 minutes.  Fluff quinoa with fork.

Meanwhile, add olive oil, sea salt, lemon juice, tomatoes, cucumbers, green onion, chickpeas, parsley and cilantro to a large serving bowl.  Stir until well mixed.  Add quinoa.  Grate fresh pepper.  I added a few splashes of white wine vinegar at the end and a squeeze of fresh lemon juice at the end because it felt like it needed something more.  Serve with a side of greek yogurt and flatbread.

Yummm…Enjoy!  If you try any variations of this recipe that turned out fabulous, let me know.  I have a feeling this Tabbouleh has yet to cease evolving!


Hello, blogworld

In Uncategorized on May 27, 2010 at 2:08 pm

Sickness descended on our home and we’ve had visitors for the last week, hence the silence on our blog.  Nothing’s really new on our end, but so that you don’t feel neglected, I’ll share with you some thoughts we’ve been having.

–  I was laying in bed looking around my room this morning, thinking about how I want to decorate it.  I’ve come to realize and accept that I really enjoy decorating, something I never wanted to be on my list of “interests”.  I think as long as I stay away from mauve and lace, it makes it ok.

–  We are still trying to decide where to go for vacation this year.  Word from the Man in Charge (aka Nathan) is that we’re getting that figured out this weekend.

–  I’ve become a piler.  You know, the mail is in a pile, the clothes are in a pile, the dishes are in a pile.  This pile is for throw away, this pile is to file away.  Pretty soon my piles will stretch for miles and miles.  Something must be done.

–  I’m tired of food.  Anyone else ever feel this way?  So much of my time and energy goes in to feeding us, and trying to feed us well.  Nothing sounds exciting or delicious.  I’m going to attempt a Quinoa Tabbouleh recipe tonight to see if I can rectify this problem.

–  It’s been raining this week and last.  Mid-60’s and rain in May?  I thought I left Iowa over a year ago…I guess not.

–  LOST is over and a gray cloud has enveloped our home.  What will we do?  Maybe this is why food doesn’t taste as good anymore.

–  I’m headed back to Iowa in about a month and I can’t wait to see my family. And the fact that Nathan isn’t coming back with me, ensures my eventual return to CA.

–  Lately I find myself wishing I could go back and do college over again.  There are so many other things I wish that I would have studied.  My major was more of a hobby than a career.   One expensive hobby.

–  I’ve been able to connect really well with a few of my closest friends in the last few weeks.  Even though none of us live in the same place, they are such a refreshment and encouragement to me in faith and in life.  I’m really grateful that when God designed the world and man, he created a need for friendship and the means to have that need fulfilled.

–  We’ve started a little garden of sorts on our entirely concrete patio.  Think of it as the little engine that could.  We’ll see by mid-summer if it isn’t the little engine that couldn’t because of the bozo-engineer (me, b/c let’s be honest, Nathan is much better at caring for these things that I am)  that gives it either too much or not enough water.  Maybe if the rain clears I’ll post some pictures of our little garden in the suburbs.

Enjoy your 3-day weekend!

Eating your words

In Uncategorized on May 7, 2010 at 9:01 am

When I was 16 I remember making  a mental list of all the ways I would purposely not be like my mother.  Let’s face it, to a 16 year old girl, her mother is an idiot, outdated, and out of touch.  Aren’t mothers lucky to have their teenage daughters around to help them get through life?

As I was standing at my kitchen sink this morning rinsing out my ziploc bags to reuse them, I had a moment that flashed before my eyes:  a nobby and scrawny teenage version of myself swearing up and down that I would never, EVER, save ziplocs bags.  I had to back away from the sink, sit down and evaluate the decisions in life that had brought me to this low point.  When did I cross to the dark side and start saving ziploc bags.  And as though a flood gate opened, I began to recall several vows I’d taken to not be like my mother and am now quite guilty of.

1.  Reusing ziploc bags:  I already mentioned this above, but this is the pinnacle of all things mother-related.  Did you ever have to do this for your mother?  Wash them, and rinse them a gazillion times before all of the soap was finally gone, and then somehow figure out how to get the darn thing to sit in such a way that it would actually dry??  Now I do the same thing, but get this, I do it W.I.L.L.I.N.G.L.Y.  I might even get a little bit giddy when I’m at a friend’s house and they give me something to take home IN A ZIPLOC BAG!!  Those things are expensive, and the cheap versions just don’t cut it.

2.  Sing loudly in public places:  Do you know what this does to a girl whose mother can be heard 3 aisles over singing “Edelweiss” from Sound of Music?  Let me tell you, my brother and sister and I never had trouble locating our mom in a public place, we just followed the music.  Fastforward 15 years and I’m sitting in Starbucks and all of a sudden notice that most everyone in the coffee shop is staring at me.  I have no idea how long I’d actually been humming that loudly.

3.  Being unable to relax unless your kitchen is clean:  This used to drive me CRAZY! Mom couldn’t take a nap, watch a movie or something else relaxing unless she felt like her house was in order.  Now, let’s be honest, I can actually relax if my kitchen isn’t clean, but I certainly don’t enjoy it as much.

4.  Talking to complete strangers, and sometimes sharing the Gospel with them:  This is especially mortifying for a girl who didn’t like to appear overly “Christiany”.  She’d talk to the sales clerk, ask the waitress what her name was and call her by name every time she came to the table, talk to passengers on the plane sitting next to her.  And when I say talk, I don’t mean just saying Hello, I mean, “give me the rundown of the last 5 years of your life” talk.  She’d travel with extra Bibles and tracks to give to people she’d meet on her trips, and I used to pray for that poor soul that would unknowingly be sharing a 2×4 space with her for the three hour flight.  Now, I love to talk to random people while we’re out and about.  The couple camping in the site next to us, the store clerks, women in grocery aisles.  And I love to share the Gospel with people.  In fact,  some friends of ours commented that they think one of my spiritual gifts is evangelism.

This list could be as long as all of my limbs put together, but I’ll spare you the details.  With the realization that I’m becoming increasingly like my mother, comes a deeper gratitude for the woman that she is.  She washed those darn ziplocs bags because she was frugal and wise with her money.  She sings in stores because she’s cheerful and doesn’t really care what others think.  She has a difficult time relaxing because she cared about the home she raised her family in and is a hard worker.  She talked to random individuals because she has a good heart and is grateful more than anything for her salvation and hope of eternal life.  And by God’s grace, may I have those similar motivations toward my own family, and be as much a pain-in-the-rear blessing to them as you have been and continue to be to me.  I love you, Mom.  What a legacy you’ve left for your children.  If you need me, I’ll be in my kitchen washing ziplocs.

Happy Mother's Day