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Brazil Nut Vegan Cheez Pleez.

I had an impromptu vegan breakfast inspiration this morning.

Mind you I cannot claim the title vegan for my dietary life but I do like to eat vegan food often and make fruit and veggies a more prominent part of my life.

This morning I was really wanting some fresh raw veggies so I pulled out the mortar and pestel and got inspired.

I started with some raw Brazil nuts (a fair handfull).

First I made sure to crush them very fine only leaving little chunks here and there as desired for texture but you can chop as fine as you like.

What I really like about nut dips is how crushing the nuts potentiates the oils inside of them. They mix very well once they are well crushed with whatever you may desire to mix them.

Moving on; After the Brazil Nuts were well chopped and ground in the mortar and pestel I added 3 cloves of garlic (mind you all of this preparation takes place in the mortar and pestel) . Pound in the garlic gloves to the desired texture. I like making most of the garlic cloves disappear into the mix and leaving a few surprise chunkier pieces to grace some surprise bites here and there. I’m a chunky guy after all 🙂 .

Next add in yellow or orange bell pepper well tore, just about enough to fill the middle of the palm of your hand. I try to crush the bell pepper to the point that most of its juices permeate the entirety of the dip and there are not very many chunks left visibly in the dip. I also made sure to litely stir as I crushed the bell pepper till it seemed to disappear into the dip. Last but not least I take a little bit of fresh cilantro rip it a few times, crush well and mix diligently into the #brazilnutcheezpleez and then once done pepper the dip to taste.

I was going to grab some Ritz Crackers to eat my Brazil Nut Cheez Pleez but found the Blue Diamond Almond Nut Thins to be perfectly crunchy and sufficiently firm to dip easily in this dense, chunky and ‘hearty’ dip.

This dip can be served as an appetizer, enjoyed as a snack by itself, or used to grace your charcuterie board with extra flavor. No matter what it is sure to be a protein full, flavorful hit at a party, small gathering of friends or whatever the occasion!

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Sometimes {Poem freeversed}

Sometimes poetry is the only thing that can get out what’s inside of me.

The knotwork knowledge grease to unconstipate for dam release.

What in damnation? Too much information..

The reasonable rationed sensation of the man of a micro nation. Set apart..

How great that ART. 🎨 Were we to do what we start by stating the finished point and reaching the saving arche.

Archetypes are boat rides that float tired note tides..we didn’t expect.

Redirect 404 error. No reason to despair her.. i mean she the soul within.

She’s a good soul and it’s a rude goal to to too hard to ‘control’ the process.

The process is science and science progressed science which is good knowledge to have for hindsight trust reliance..

To know who we became is to lock to a become. A faith but in faith.

A beat to hearts drum.

Ride on.

Friar Tech Deck.

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Written { A Poem}

That which is writ worked on heart not on stone.

A work written by acts of life not mere wordsmith hewn.

Not proverbs for proverbs sake, wise-signaling much.

A crescendo of newness a newness as such.

To make new the old man.

Treasures old and new.

A Christ child, a married monk a cell made for ‘2’.

Into your cell go and learn what’s without.

By going within learn outside without doubt.

A Trinity, Duopoly, a unity monopoly.

What a terrible atrocity when we all do own everything.

I’m a Monk to be married a husband as Monk.

I’m a classical heir of medieval funk.

I’m a Theological DJ ..Dilloneous Monk.

An Ubermensch Scrap man with Junk in the Trunk.

An Ubermensch Every man Dandying Uptown Funk.

I’m busting it downtown.

I’m grinding at Cornerstones doing nothing a round clown.

A fool not a tool depending whose in the shed.

Negative opinions don’t touch me. Spirit men arrready dead.

I’m hooked to the sojourning wayfaring life.

A metaphysical pirate awayed from life’s strife.

My diction and phonics is One Word all do Know. It’s not fiction though subtle reality owned.

I’m stick stuck on moving thus staying in place. I’m paradox left, right and center unslaved.

Liberated by serving reality et all. En masse the masses together we fall.

I’m taking wearing my wardrobe too seriously. I’m a suit now. #rocketpower !
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I’m not Good at Blogging.

Imagine deep within your soul you want to give gifts to the world..but then life happens and you get tired.

Imagine having the passion of a Content Creator but not knowing how to put your thoughts into words.

What am I protecting? Is this modesty.. its own form of honesty?

In order to be a popular platform poster you need to “post every day” or at least a few times a week.

Ah

That might not work then.

Where is the passion I’m looking for? Where is the spirituality I once had or the zeal for living life as if this life is a rare commodity?

How do I take life for granted so much? How do I lounge in carefree boredom narcolepsy or not? Am I pregaming my midlife crises, getting ready for it, double fisting it?

Seems like a me thing to schedule such a thing rather than to be surprised by it.

Well why on earth am I surprised that there’s no element of surprise when I feel like I already know what the book of my life is about..like God and I deliberated and threw the book at me?

Sometimes I feel like I have some crystal ball or a blueprint to my life in my subconscious mind. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want the left hand to know what the right hand is doing. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of watching my movie from the outside.

Life and the enjoyment of life seems rather to be that the eyes and the ears and the nose would hear, see and smell what is here or at least whatever senses we have available to us. So strange that even Spiritual Doctors have remarked on sense “All knowledge comes through the senses.” Good job St. Thomas Aquinas for being like the Doubting apostle in your search for faith. I feel that heartily.

So there is that darkness in the soul of understanding (nous) to wit my life gives reference that I keep remembering that I don’t know and I do know. Part of me know my spirit though living in my body and not separate has separate agencies, faculties and ‘abilities’. I find it hard to be a gnostic because I’m an earthen vessel and yet though trying not to be “too heavenly minded to be of any earthly good” I find myself trapped between worlds, like a ghost with a preternatural stain on the ink blot tests of the collective unconscious of this age.

In my heart I watch kingdoms rise and fall revolutions turn and the sun set many a year. The ages of time acquiesce to an Apocalyptic dance that never seems to end. All of this is beautiful and is a verdict to my and the worlds mortality. I hope that I can learn lessons of this knowing that “the spirit gives life and the flesh is of no avail.” so that perhaps life can come to my dry bones again.

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Therapy isn’t “Following the Money”.

I’m nervous as all get out tonight and I don’t really know why but I can say for sure that part of it is exemplified in how long it has taken me to make another blog post.

Cohesive senses of identity are difficult for neurodivergents like myself who have goldfish level attention to the present unless the deepseated passion quota within is met.

As a father and a husband I find myself struggling between the pragmatic mercantilism of St. Francis of Assisis father and the universal trustful love of St. Francis as if there were no way to balance the two.

I’m torn; comparing myself to the subjective standard of success I see in others and my fear of not measuring up to the imaginary ‘standard’.. all the while fearing the giving up of better heavenly real estate, my truest goal because I could only ever justify being a capitalist in the kingdom of heaven because I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work very well for human nature down here on planet earth.

And yet somewhere deep inside my conflict (deep conflict) is that I of assurety believe in balance and yet I desire for the extremes of childlike trust in God and radical trust in His free miraculous work through His creation like I knew in my youth.

What do I need to become not only who I used to be but the next chapter of me?

Am I perhaps meant to be both? Sometimes a turned page is merely the front and back of one turned page.

I’m convinced I’m too young for a midlife crises but perhaps I’m early! If I die before I’m old perhaps I’ll have the luxury to live before I’m dead.

As a guy I knew once said.. “I don’t know what I’m doing and so can you.”

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Crook Neck Squash Blossom Fritters! Yum.

In this short video below I show you how I made my Crook Neck Squash Blossom Fritters.

So my wife and mother in law made ham and cheese cachitoes (little bread) from scratch and these can be made to suit whatever dietary preference is preferred.

I didn’t document the directions for those but if enough people ask I surely will pick mi suegra and mi esposa’s brain.

Now in this video I give you the run down on how to make my crook neck squash blossom fritters. Arguably this would work with any squash blossoms and if you are vegan any normal egg subsititute used in baking or frying should do the trick.

For the fritters, putting your blossoms in a bowl add:

One egg or egg substitute for binding.

Himalayan fresh ground sea salt is preferred.

Fresh ground black Peppercorn pepper.

Mozzarella or vegan mozz substitute. (I recommend Daiya)

Gluten free Pillsbury flour or whatever flour you wish. (the gluten free worked perfect for this).

Mix all together.

Put a little of the mozz into the pan saved apart from what was mixed in straight into the bowl. Let that crisp up a little bit. Then add your coated squash blossoms. Let that crisp up as well and then add some more mozz on top.

The goal while tossing in the pan is to make sure the mozz crisps up like a mozzarella pan fried chip.

The textural experience ends up one of lite, fluffy battered squash blossoms with a nice crunch. It’s like a delicate squashy mcnugget! XD

I served mine over a bed of spring mix greens along with wild harvested garden chickweed and some heirloom orange grape tomoatoes from the garden.

Original photo by me James Dillon Broxson. For enquiries message shastat78@gmail.com

Because I love Cholulas it made a perfect dipper for my squash blossoms. Of course I topped it all off with my (saved from lockdown kumquats) Kumquat Honey Greek Yogurt Smoothie. (Will provide recipe if asked.) I’m melting remembering this meal.

So there you have it folks. If you enjoyed this article and after watching the video give me a like and subscribe. I will greatly appreciate it.

Thanks Again for joining me for Cookin With the Captain!

Original video by me James Dillon Broxson. For enquiries message shastat78@gmail.com

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