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SOS Adzuki Beans: The Roundup

Here it is again, the start of another month. That means it is also the end of another SOS Kitchen Challenge (and I’m not foolin’!). ;)

 In March, Kim and I featured none other than the delicious and nutritious adzuki bean. Our readers were inspired by both the sweet and savory possibilities, and delivered a multitude of delicious-looking recipes.

From truffles to tarts, soup to salad, and even vegetarian “bacon”, we had it all. And, oddly enough, Kim and I were on the same wavelength and created very similar bean dips, completely separate from each other. I guess great minds do think alike! 

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Here are a few highlights from the month…

Sweet:

Savory:

Be sure to check out all the great recipes in the Linky below, and prepare to get your bean on!

Anxious for the next SOS Kitchen Challenge? We are too! I’m really pleased with the next ingredient selected for the April SOS Kitchen Challenge. This month’s ingredient is fresh, seasonal, and perfectly suited for a wide variety of savory dishes. And if you can figure out how to use it in a sweet way, you deserve a medal of honor.

Any guesses? Check back soon for all the details! 

March SOS Kitchen Challenge: Adzuki Beans 

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SOS Adzuki Beans: Adzuki Spread

If you are (or were) an English major in university–or even if you know someone who studied English–you are probably familiar with one of the most common themes in literature, ”appearance versus reality.”  You know the one: it’s the notion that things are not always what they seem to be on the surface, and the way we appear is not always the reality.  To wit:

Macbeth.  Appearance: Nobleman kills King at wife’s behest, then usurps power and lives a life of riley with wife. Reality: Wife goes slowly crazy with guilt about said murder.  And all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten her little hand.

The Matrix. Appearance: Cool dude in shades is tracked relentlessly by deadly, humorless government agents, ostensibly in possession of superpowers.  Reality:  Unlike the other zillions of human USB ports linked up to a giant computer, this dude is The One. 

Charlie Sheen. Appearance: Narcissistic star of mediocre comedy show garners too much success and implodes in waves of cocaine, prostitutes, goddesses, Tiger Blood and zingy retro one-liners.  Reality: Very astute marketing ploy.

You see what I mean.

In my case, when it comes to meeting people for the first time, appearances may belie the reality. My outward demeanor may be someone who is comfortable–nay, aloof, even–in social situations, when the reality is that I’m stammering and sweating and feeling entirely “highschool reject” inside.  As a result, it can take me a very long time to forge real friendships with people since, as a rule, I say very little for the first oh, five years or so.  (Real life example:  I worked as a volunteer for my friend Eternal Optimist for five years before I called it quits.  If she hadn’t invited me to join her book club, which led to socializing together, which led to a real friendship, we would likely never have spoken again).

Sure, I have made friends with people in a more spontaneous way.  When I first encountered my friend Sterlin, for example, it was as if we’d known each other for years.  We just had so much in common:  both bookworms, both nerds, both yearning for a boyfriend and both in the possession of a wacky sense of humor.  It was soul sisters from the first crazy conversation.  More often, though, it takes me weeks, months, or years before I establsh true friendships. 

And this is why I love blogging so much:  you are in regular contact with a core group of people, many with whom you exchange daily or near-daily emails, comments, tweets, Facebook messages, etc.  And since I’ve always been more comfortable with the written versus the spoken word, this situation suits me just fine.

It’s also why I was so delighted the first time I spoke with Kim, my cohost in these monthly SOS Kitchen Challenge events.  You’ve seen Kim’s blog, haven’t you?  It’s full of creative, mouthwatering recipes that you can’t believe she made without any of the ingredients in her “restricted” lists–the list may be lengthy, but that hasn’t stopped Kim from cooking up Grain Free Double Chocolate Cookies, Jicama Collard Slaw with Creamy Dressing, Cashew Pumpkinseed “Cheese,” Cherry Berry Chocolate Layer Cake, or Smoky Dandelion Greens with Spinach and Pine Nuts.

Yes, Kim is a force to be reckoned with! Her bubbly optimism and consistent good nature come across in every blog post.  And the first time we spoke on the phone, I felt as if I were talking to a dear friend, or my old roomie from college, or my younger cousin.  We chatted easily for almost an hour, sharing information, ideas, food stories, health tips, anecdotes, our blog vision, and more.  When we began to plan the SOS Challenge as a joint venture, I knew we were on the same wavelength and didn’t hesitate to jump right in.

Given our similar diets and our affinity for many of the same foods, it made perfect sense that Kim and I would come up with matching recipes as our “savory” installments this month–without having discussed it first!  Kim recently posted her adzuki dip and today I’m adding this adzuki sandwich spread to the list.  Yes, the recipes are a little different from each other (mine is a bit thicker, and Kim’s adds a bit more spice), but otherwise they appear to be two sides of the same bean. 

Just remember, though, that’s only the appearance of things.  The reality is that each recipe offers a protein-packed, nutrient-dense and delectable spread for appetizers, sandwiches or wraps.  In other words, you should try them both out! :)

And also. . . .

New Recipe on the DDD Facebook Page!

As I’ve mentioned before, I will occasionally post recipes (as “Notes”) on the Diet, Dessert and Dogs Facebook page.  These are often really quick recipes that would otherwise be lost if I waited to write up an entire blog post about them–so I just add a brief note to the fan page and you can access them there.  A few days ago, I added this quick and easy soup for a fast and delicious weeknight dinner. The HH and I both loved this Squash and Pecan Soup.

And now, on to the adzuki spread!

 

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Last Year at this Time: “Cheese” Filled, Gluten Free Olive and Onion Bread

Two Years Ago: blog break. . .

Three Years Ago: Ths Iz Not a Blg Entree (Elsie shows her genius at the computer).

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SOS Adzuki Beans: Asian-Inspired Red Bean Pastry Cookies

When I was growing up, “Chinese Food” meant gelatinous, hot pink chicken and pineapple balls, chop suey (bean sprouts, frozen peas and carrots and some white rice in soy sauce), and egg rolls as greasy as Elvis’s pompadour.  It wasn’t until my undergraduate years at the University of Windsor that I first tasted authentic Chinese food. 

I know, Windsor, Ontario doesn’t exactly strike one as the hub of all things Oriental.  In those days, though, Windsor was (and for all I know, may still be) the Canadian college with the largest percentage of Chinese students (at about 45%). Why?  There were many theories (such as “ it’s a great way to get into the States, being so close”; or “it has the lowest standard for English-as-a-second-language requirements”), but my favorite was “it’s the southernmost city in Canada (further south than its American cousin, Detroit), so when potential students consulted a map, they likely decided it must also be the warmest city and chose it before all others. 

(All I can say is, it’s been winter since the end of October.  So, how do you like Windsor now?)

Perhaps surprisingly, my entrée into the world of authentic Chinese dining was facilitated not by a Chinese person, but a native (Caucasian) Windsorite. 

RB, a fellow undergraduate English major, was much taller than I at 5 feet 7 inches (just over 170 cm) and had what we call “big-bones.” Yet she also somehow always struck me as fragile.  With impeccable posture, she trailed a mane of undulating, naturally auburn hair; and her skin was so pale, smooth and translucent it reminded me of my mom’s antique teacups.  While not classically “pretty,” RB was certainly uniquely attractive.  Even her voice, quiet and steady like a breeze in autumn, seemed too soft for the heft of her body.  When she spoke it was barely above a whisper.

But it wasn’t her physical attributes of which I was envious; it was her mind. You see,  RB was another protégé of my mentor, Dr. Ditsky, and he frequently called on her in class to “save us” when no one volunteered to answer his question (when he called on me for the same purpose, my cheeks usually flushed red and I stammered something unintelligible). But RB always rose to the challenge, fairly offering a lecture of her own on occasion. 

RB was, quite simply, brilliant.  Like, Bill Gates brilliant. Mozart brilliant.  Marilyn Vos Savant brilliant. A Beautiful Mind brilliant (well, without the encrypted magazine articles and hallucinatory FBI agents, of course).

I will never forget her final essay for our Faulkner course:  a 50-odd page treatise on “Deconstructing The Sound and the Fury: Parallels and Pedantry in Godel, Escher, Bach.”  Well, I, too, had purchased Godel, Escher, Bach out of curiosity (like the rest of the academic population in the 1980s) and could barely get through the first 10 pages (even that took me a couple of hours).  Yet here was RB, composing an entire essay (which, presumably, she actually understood!) that used it as a basis for comparison.

RB also had the ability to acquire information–particularly languages–as easily as I acquired cookbooks. She loved the fact that Windsor was an “international” city welcoming people from all over the world.  One day, she decided that she loved Chinese culture the most.  Within a couple of months, she was teaching herself Cantonese with the aid of tapes and a book.  I’d notice her hunched over a table in the cafeteria, madly scribbling little curlicues and pictograms across her notebooks.  She’d emit guttural sounds in the back of her throat as she walked by in the hallways.  After another couple of months, her gorgeous auburn hair had been shorn in a tight pageboy and dyed jet black.  If there had existed a counterpart to gender reassignment surgery called “Cultural Reassignment surgery,”her name would have been at the top of the list.

Eventually, RB married a man from Hong Kong whom she’d met at a dim sum restaurant.  (She was writing a postcard–in Chinese–to a friend as he walked by; he glanced at the card, asked, “Do you actually understand that stuff?” and when she nodded, he sat down to join her. Less than a year later they were married.) 

[It may not be a whole lotus bean inside, but it's still delicious.]

Given her affinity for all things Chinese, it’s no wonder that RB eventually took me to her favorite spot for Dim Sum.  Right there on Wyandotte Street, just steps from the university dormitory, was a fantastic dim sum restaurant. It was so authentic, in fact, that none of the servers really spoke English, and orders were given by patrons who wrote their choices (in Chinese) on little slips of paper.  Of course, RB was proficient in the language, so she served as translator and placed the order.

I won’t dwell on the meal itself, which involved various steamed buns, pan-fried dumplings, noodles and RB’s favorite–chicken feet. (The image of her sucking on their splayed, pointy tips will forever be branded in my memory).  But it was the dessert that proved to be a revelation.  That day was the first time I tried steamed lotus seed buns, and I ate them every time I could after that.  The white, spongey and barely sweet buns encased a whole lotus bean, cooked until soft and squishy.  Imagine, if you will, a medjool date that’s even softer and sweeter than normal, served slightly warm and caramelized–that’s what the lotus bean tasted like. I loved them instantly.  When I moved to Toronto with its three Chinatowns, I anticipated more of the same, and was sadly disappointed to learn that the buns made here, while tasty, contained red bean paste instead of lotus seeds.

Well, today’s SOS offering is my take on that pastry.  I had actually attempted a steamed bun first (based on this recipe–which, I later realized, is Japanese), but steaming instead of frying resulted in a mess of white and red goo, a little too reminiscent of the goo splattered all over Tommy Lee Jones when Will Smith shoots the alien at the end of Men in Black. Attempt number two involved actually frying the balls as directed–I was going to beg your forgiveness if they worked out–but those, alas, were also fairly gooey inside, very greasy on the outside, and clearly not orb-like. 

So, I went back to what I do better: cookies!  In keeping with the Asian theme, I used rice flour (two types) filled with red bean paste.  The cookie itself is crisp and light, while the dense paste inside provides a pleasant surprise with its textural contrast.  And while they’re not authentic, they were delicious. I bet even RB would approve.  

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I’ve submitted this recipe to Amy’s weekly Slightly Indulgent Tuesdays event. Check out all the healthier recipes there!

Last Year at this TimeWarm Chickpea and Artichoke Salad

Two Years Ago: Blog break

Three Years Ago: Bittersweet Salad with Apples and Dandelion Greens (ACD Stage 2 and beyond–use lemon juice instead of orange)

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