The first CD I ever bought with my own money was…Hanson.
There, I said it!
I’m not proud of this fact. I’m also not proud of the fact that I maybe just kinda sorta perhaps picked up the Spice Girls CD that fateful day in Wal-Mart as well.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: Wal-Mart? Holly thy most noble Everythingtarian, how could a Tarjay devotee like yourself ever be caught shopping in Wal-Mart?
But here’s what I’m thinking: If you were born in the mid-80’s and somehow managed to not want to date Taylor Hanson or grow up to be Baby Spice, then major props for being 1,498,902x cooler than I. If you also managed to avoid the denim button-up shirt trend, bonus points for you too.
Of course, when my sisters + I recreated the Spice Girls video to “Who Do You Think You Are?” in our cement basement, I was forced to play the role of Scary Spice, which, if you’re a brace-faced middle school gal with an afro that won’t quit and a horribly awkward complex about said afro like myself, is not a good thing. It’s more of a therapy-worthy thing.
“Doctor…you see, all my self-esteem issues started when my older sister Katie got to be Posh Spice and forced me – yes, forced me! – to be Scary Spice.
You know, Mel B? The totally not cute spice?
She made me be her!
And so yes doctor, that’s when I first started believing that I too wasn’t cute…”
I only tell you all of this because it’s about time you all realize I’m nowhere as cool as I like you all to think me to be.
Because while I choose to believe that more than 15 years later, I’ve managed to grow into a responsible young woman who’s wiser, more mature and significantly more improved in her musical tastes, I am really none of those things.
Case in point: I am listening to both Hanson + The Spice Girls while writing this post.
But my tastebuds – now those just may be the only things that have matured!
Now, I eat things like truffled kettle corn. I know the difference between ‘grass-fed’ and ‘pasture-grazed.’ Jars of nooch, chia seeds + maca powder line my kitchen. I drink fermented tea on the regular. My fridge is stocked with sweet potato tater tots, organic milk and blackberry-infused dark chocolate. I only eat said sweet potato tots with homemade Sriracha mayo.
And I make things like Cornmeal Quinoa Black Bean Patties.
Can you say mmm…bop?
Cornmeal Quinoa Black Bean Patties
adapted from Terry Walters CLEAN FOOD cookbook
1 (15-oz.) can black beans
1/2 cup cornmeal
1 cup cooked quinoa
1/3 cup onion, finely diced
1/4 t cayenne pepper or chile powder
1/2 T minced garlic
2 t paprika
2 t ground cumin
salt + pepper, to taste
canola or coconut oil, for frying
6 swiss chard leaves or hamburger buns
condiments, for serving
In a medium bowl, mash together black beans + cornmeal. The mixture will look crumbly. Gently fold in cooked quinoa, onion and spices. In a small bowl, whisk your egg, and add to the bean, cornmeal + quinoa mixture. Mix well, and set bowl aside.
In a saucepan over medium-low, pour oil to lightly coat the entire bottom of the pan. Using your hands, divide the mixture into six, and form balls. Two to four at a time, place the balls into the pan and fry the patties until each side is golden brown, about 4 to 6 minutes per side. When you flip your ball, smash down with a spatula to form a patty-like shape.
Top with condiments of your choice (I suggest mustard, ketchup or salsa), and serve warm wrapped in a swiss chard leaf or on a hamburger bun. Enjoy!
Makes 6 hearty patties