African drumming has become one of my favorite new activities, for a multitude of reasons. I initially started attending an informal class about two months ago, with the sole purpose of finding an activity that engaged my body more than my mind. Drumming is just that. The moment I start to think about what I am doing I immediately become out of sync with the other drummers. Drumming makes a part of me come alive like nothing else. I don't know if it is the ancient rhythms, the consistent beat that is much like the heart beat of the music, the connection to Africa. I'm not entirely sure, but I love it!
Last week we played a 'Moribayassa.' This rhythm originated in West Africa and is a strictly female experience. A woman who is facing great difficulties or challenges dances the Moribayassa in order to work out her problem and search for an answer. This is a community event and drummers follow behind the woman as she treks the perimeter of the village several times. She begins her journey dressed in dirty rags and by the end of the ritual she is wearing a new dress, signifying new life and the resolution to her problem. The rags of clothing are laid to rest under the Moribayassa, the great mango tree, within the village.
So, I am not much of a recipe follower. This realization comes with its pros and cons.
Pros:
*I can feel free in the kitchen, as opposed to being locked in by the steps of a recipe
*When I correctly complete a recipe, I am ecstatically proud of myself, no matter how simple the task
*Forget the recipes, let's just see what I can create out of certain ingredients
Cons:
*One might be fearful fo receiving care from a nurse who has trouble following simple directions. No fear, food measurements and med measurements are two very different things.
*I've had more failed recipes than I care to admit
*Grocery bill
So today, I was curious how brown rice, edamame and craisins would taste mixed together. I am a sucker for a sweet/savory combo. Actually it turned out amazingly well and I get to be proud of my creation.
Here's the recipe-Carli style:
Cooked brown rice-you can figure out how much you want
Steamed edamame-used a bag of already shelled
Bag of craisins
Mix together, add sea salt to taste.
In separate bowl-combine honey, rice vinegar and olive oil. I don't measure, so just pour until it tastes good to you. Whisk together and then pour over the rice mixture.
Enjoy!
The celebration will last 24 hrs but the hurt seems to never end. Mother's Day is just six days away and I hope to breathe a bit easier on May 10. At times, the pain is so severe that last Mother's Day seems like a dream. Did it really happen? The little one was just four months old and was the love of my life. Everything seemed to be going so well. Yeah, we had bumps along the way, but I was so thankful to be reconnected. Now, just 365 days later, I can only hold on to memories and be thankful for the amazing women that are in my life.
Happy Mother's Day.
