Quinoa Stuffed Cabbage Rolls
Friday, July 24, 2020
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| Quinoa stuffed cabbage. How's that for nontraditional? |
It was a dark and stormy night...
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Chapter 1.
The tight blue tiled kitchen glowed in the afternoon sun that slatted through the western facing junipers and spilled across the cupboards in a honeyed glaze so dazzling she had to lower her eyes to keep from squinting as she grabbed a frayed dish towel and cracked the oven door an inch. The scent of sweet potatoes, apples and onion laced with garlic, nutmeg and cinnamon filled the room. She tugged her worn wooden spoon from the mustard crock and stirred the tender jewels bathed in apple juice. For the first time in days she felt connected to something tangible.
Chapter 32.
How does a person know this? To peel a cooked cabbage leaf so gently and not tear it. To spoon a spiced and savory filling into its center, wrap and roll it, snugging it into the curve of a empty dish. A row of translucent bundles. Plump. Expectant. Longing for sauce. Which Sophie, Irina or Josefa first boiled a cabbage and thought to stuff a single leaf? What brilliance is this, what simple wisdom born of practicality - or whim? Is memory in the head or in the heart?
Perhaps it lingers in the hands.
Chapter 13 1/2.
When the outside world turns on its axis and flirts with the taste of hate and the ancient flame of violence is paraded as remedy, when the color of your skin or your eyes or your state divides you from your neighbor and you tread in the quicksand of suspicion and anger- let go, Brother. Just breathe, Sister.
Trust the faith you so fervently stoke. If your faith is true and clear will it fail you? Or the harder, deeper question is, will it blind you?
Listen as a child, aware of the bigness, the intricate complexity that weaves a reality not always aligned to your expectations. Loosen your grip on your assumptions. Think about the stars and how your very atoms are stuff of the universe.
Beware of darkness. Choose love.
Stuff a cabbage leaf.
Trust the faith you so fervently stoke. If your faith is true and clear will it fail you? Or the harder, deeper question is, will it blind you?
Listen as a child, aware of the bigness, the intricate complexity that weaves a reality not always aligned to your expectations. Loosen your grip on your assumptions. Think about the stars and how your very atoms are stuff of the universe.
Beware of darkness. Choose love.
Stuff a cabbage leaf.
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