Polenta Cakes with Chili-Garlic Sauce

Nommy nom. Always looking for inspiration and polenta is an absolute fave. I look forward to making and tasting. Thanks for sharing 🤟

The Lusty Vegan

Polenta-Cakes-with-Chili-Garlic-SauceA delicious appetizer or snack to serve on date night, I originally came up with this idea using quinoa while creating a restaurant menu. Later I swapped in polenta, because the grain is heartier and holds together better.

Polenta Cakes with Chili-Garlic Sauce

Prep time: 8 minutes | Cook time: 10 minutes | Serves 2

Ingredients:

  • 2 tablespoons grapeseed or safflower oil, divided
  • 1/4 cup finely chopped onion
  • 1/4 cup finely chopped green bell pepper 2 teaspoons minced fresh rosemary
  • 1 teaspoon dried basil
  • 1 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon cayenne
  • 1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes
  • 1 1/2 cup water
  • 1/2 cup dry corn polenta
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 cup unsweetened almond milk
  • Chili-garlic sauce, to serve

Preparation

  1. Heat 1 tablespoon of the oil in a medium skillet over medium-high heat until hot. Add the onion and bell pepper and sauté for approximately 4 minutes, until the onion becomes translucent.
  2. Add the…

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New Years Blurgh!

I know I’m not alone in stating this, but I seriously detest New Year’s Eve especially as it also falls on my birthday. It has never been an affair I’ve fallen hard for, then missed because I’ve grown older. It’s always been a sad, tedious, boring, desperately trying to soldier through without killing someone or myself.

The fact that my family always used Christmas as a celebratory event but skimped on the date in question 6 days later always made me feel intensely special.

The date has been a get together for all of my friends – just never all together with me. I’ve truly never felt cherished or loved at this time. Never felt like the effort I would put into others birthdays was put into mine. Maybe my expectations are much higher or maybe it just fills me with dread when this time or year appears.

So I’ve told my partner, I’m spending 2019 alone. No company. No forced “fun”. No feeling like no one has made an effort when it’s the time of year everyone seems to go over the top. If no effort is going to be made, it’s going to be my way.

Actually, I’m going to find something to do. Something for others. Stop this bollocks of depression and feeling shit and help someone else who needs help and support.

 

Happy New Blurgh, I mean 2019 everyone!

Oh do get a move on dear

I’m impatient. I don’t know if I’ve always been that way as I believe I can pinpoint the exact event where my lack of patience was at its most noticeable, to me at least.

Ok, so if you were to time travel to that time, zoom into the past with me, you’d see a little girl, just out of the infant’s and into the juniors, offered the exciting opportunity to get her ears pierced. I was BEYOND excited! I couldn’t stop talking about it, I couldn’t stop telling my family “I’m getting my ears pierced today!” I exclaimed.

I counted down minutes to an unspecified time I imagined. I never knew what time this mystical event would happen, I just knew it would. I’d been promised. Parents always keep their promises.

I must have talked this happening up so much people were becoming tired of my tirade, I was informed. Perhaps a family member complained. Perhaps it was all a pipe dream. I was told I’d talked too much about this. I wasn’t having the ears pierced after all. Talking or excitement equalled showing off and that, is unacceptable.

I pleaded. I promised to stop talking about it. I must have really annoyed people with my inane wittering. I was ashamed. I couldn’t face all these people, the same people who is excitedly talked with about the tremendous news of the piercing. But no, it wasn’t going to happen. I’d managed to spoil it all for myself and now, it wasn’t to be.

Today, I’m impatient. I’m waiting on call backs from important questions I will asked of others. I’m impatient waiting for items I’ve ordered. I’m impatient for a future I saw with my partner but we don’t talk about.

I wish I wasn’t, but too much to be impatient about you see.

 

 

Life on Mars

Waking after a horrid dream is never a pleasant experience but add a dash of self loathing in once you’ve read a trigger article online and you truly have a recipe for a great start to your day.

The question now, the one which I ask as I hunt down my blog (since it’s been a while) is do I commit to writing my feelings and what prompted them? Is it cathartic? Indulgent? Will it produce further destructive thoughts and self deprecation? Probably, that’s what happens along with the lack of desire to look after one’s self; no shower, no make up, no respect (I’m not saying I need those to feel self respect but I know if I don’t do these the loathing will increase throughout the day).

The dream brought several people to my thoughts; mother, brother, ex. Even in the dreamed I cried. Even in the dream I was dressed inappropriately, dressing gown, whilst amongst a crowd of inert human beings. My brother told me he was gay. Not the reason I was upset, I was reaching out to him, wanting to connect and he left, no communication except when I wanted to make the effort and then at that point he was already moving away. My mother was upset, losing her boy, and countless people were reminiscing and sharing goodbyes, goodlucks, finger food and love as he left but not with me. My presence was incidental and not remarked upon. Only my ex noted my tear stained face and not with words, but for once a kind or empathetic look, nothing more.

This all compounded after reading a news article regarding adult survivors of childhood abuse. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/stories-43927947 It made me sick to my stomach.

I’m such a mess.

5 Fab Functions of Google Forms

Really interesting piece. Already shared with colleagues. Thanks for posting 😋

Mark Connolly's Corner

Google Forms

“Do your job.” That was the mantra that Patriots adopted on their way to their win in Superbowl XLIX. Team first. Maximize talent. Take home the Lombardi Trophy.

“Do your job” is also a way to summarize the functionality of Google Forms. Forms is a role player on the Google Team. It plays well with with all the all the other Apps and it allows for collection of data that you can use in other third party apps.

Here are five ways that I have used Google Forms to track growth, assess understanding and help students guide my planning.


1. Create word clouds 

I have used this activity with beginners in the first week of class as well as more advanced students any time during the year. Prompts can be creative or interpretive. Responses can be at the word, phrase or clause level. Whatever the prompt and response, I take the…

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Elo again dad

My father passed over 2 years ago now and we mostly had a civil adult relationship. There could have been less aggression, a little more openess. Grief wasn’t kind even though this was the beforehand experience. It stopped me wanting to live a more healthy life. I turned to the very thing that contributed to his demise (though not death), alcohol. But enough of that. It’s been awhile now and those murky depths of an alcoholic beverage and copious bottles have long since left my waking moments. No, it’s the continued ‘haunting’. My dad loved his music. It was our one real connection. ELO being a perfect example of the type I began to love after being introduced to at an early age however since his death the sounds only serve to remind me of the loss, the anger, the pain, the unrequited need for love.

I hate hearing what was once a cherished group and singer in a way I never thought possible. He speaks to me more in death than in life and that makes me so very, very sad.

Asshats

Went to Birmingham tonight to see a comedian. Great show. Shit place.

Left Birmingham even more pissed off than when I arrived.

I hate Birmingham.

The people.

The roads.

The ignorance.

The twat that almost killed me because he wasn’t looking where he was going.

The bigger twat that then gave ME abuse because I swerved (and not into this guy or anyone else for that matter) and told me to watch where I was going.

Birmingham sucks. Big time.