moroccan pumpkin, chickpea and feta pasta

Autumn is pumpkin season in every hemisphere! This week I was thinking of ways to use my homemade dukkah, but in a warming and hearty way that the cool weather precipitates. Spying a wedge of pumpkin in the fridge, I decided to make a Moroccan flavoured pasta. It might sound like a weird combination of ingredients but the whole really is greater than the sum of its parts! The sweetness of the pumpkin combined with heat from the spices, nuttiness from the chickpeas and dukkah, and a salty richness from the feta, really makes for a bit of a showstopper. We were certainly very satisfied with it!

Moroccan pumpkin, chickpea and feta pasta

Serves 4 heartily

1kg Kent pumpkin, skin on (or off, if you prefer)
Olive oil
1 onion, finely chopped
1 garlic clove, crushed
1 can chickpeas, drained (save the liquid to make pasta)
2 teaspoons Moroccan Souk spice mix (or you could use another Moroccan seasoning, or ras el hanout)
1 teaspoon Aleppo pepper (or a mild chilli powder)
500g orecchiette or other small pasta (macaroni would work well)
1 litre vegetable stock (I added a little miso, cinnamon and turmeric for extra flavour)
Spinach or kale leaves, shredded
Almond feta, or regular feta, to serve
Dukkah, to serve

Preheat the oven to 200 C. Cut your pumpkin carefully into similarly sized medium cubes - I keep the skin on but you can remove it if you like - and place on an oiled baking tray. Season with salt and pepper.

Bake the pumpkin for about 30 minutes or until golden. You may need to toss them halfway through. Keep warm.

Put the kettle on to boil.

In a large saute pan with a lid (I use my Le Creuset shallow casserole), heat some olive oil and add the onion and garlic. Cook, stirring frequently, for a few minutes until soft and starting to colour. Add the chickpeas and spices and continue stirring and cooking for a few minutes until everything is combined and smelling nice but not browning.

Using boiling water from the kettle, make the stock in a jug and set aside.

Working quickly so the stock doesn’t cool, increase the heat on the stove and add the pasta to the spiced chickpea mixture in the pan. Stir to coat well, then add the stock - just a little at first, as it will probably hiss and bubble, then add the rest. Stir gently, making sure it’s all combined and nothing is stuck to the bottom of the pan, and ensuring all the pasta is submerged by the stock. Add a little bit more boiling water if needed.

Bring the pan to the boil, stir once more to ensure nothing is stuck to the bottom, then reduce the heat right down to a simmer, put a lid on and set your timer for 10 minutes.

After 10 minutes, return to the pan, check the pasta for done-ness. It might need slightly longer. When it’s done, nearly all of the liquid should have evaporated, but there should be a little bit left as the pasta’s sauce.

Once the pasta is cooked to your liking, add most of the roast pumpkin cubes to the pan, reserving two or three per serve for decoration, plus the shredded spinach, and stir through until the spinach has wilted. The pumpkin should disintegrate a bit and meld with the remaining stock to form a lovely sauce.

Serve in pasta bowls and top each serve with a few roast pumpkin cubes, some feta and a scattering of dukkah. Perfect Netflix and chill food.

If you have any leftovers, you can make a pasta bake - which I think we enjoyed even more than the original dish! Add half a cup (or so, depending how much you’ve got left) of hot stock to the leftover pasta, stir to amalgamate, add any extra vegetables you want (I added broccoli), stir again, top with feta (or any other kind of cheese), breadcrumbs and a little dukkah, and bake in a hot oven for about 25 minutes. So good!

homemade fresh pasta (vegan + easy!)

One of the things I really resisted about a vegan diet was giving up eggs - not only are they delicious in their own right but they are key ingredients in so many other foods I enjoy, fresh pasta being one of them.

I did not think it was possible to make a decent fresh pasta dough without eggs…..but then I came up with this recipe and was blown away!

It’s also a great no-waste recipe because it uses aquafaba - the liquid found in canned chickpeas. It’s slightly gelatinous, like eggs, and protein-rich so works as a great binding agent. We honestly couldn’t tell the difference. The dough was silky smooth, went through the pasta machine like a dream, and was absolutely delicious to eat.

You don’t have to be vegan to enjoy this recipe - if you feel like fresh pasta but have no eggs in the house, you’re in luck! If you’re curious, I highly encourage you to give it a try.

Vegan pasta dough

Enough for 4-6 servings

400g pasta tipo 00 flour
200ml aquafaba (or tepid water, or a mixture of both - see instructions)
Large pinch turmeric powder (for colour)

Weigh out the flour and add to the bowl of a food processor, together with the turmeric.

Open a can of chickpeas* and drain the liquid (the aquafaba) into a jug or place a jug/small bowl on digital scales and pour the aquafaba directly into it to measure it that way. You’ll need 200ml of liquid in total. I found that a typical 400g can of chickpeas gave me about 175ml of aquafaba, so I made up the 200ml with some tepid water.

Add the liquid to the flour in the bowl of the food processor.

Turn the food processor on and blend it all together for a minute or so, until a dough begins to form. You may need to pause the processor, scrape down any flour or stray dough from the sides, and whiz again until it all comes together.

Turn the dough out on to a lightly oiled or floured surface and knead together until it’s one large smooth ball. It won’t take very long. In fact, you’ll probably be quite surprised at how fast it comes together!

The dough then needs some time to rest and chill - don’t we all. I don’t buy clingfilm, but I do have a stash of clean plastic bags that bread, etc has come in - I put the dough in one of those, wrap it up and put in the fridge for 30 minutes.

Note: you can, of course, bring the dough together by hand if you don’t have a food processor, it will just require a bit more effort and elbow grease! Just make a well in the middle of the flour, put the liquid in the centre and then mix together with your hands and knead as above.

Once the dough has had its chilling time, you’re ready to roll!

Cut the dough into six equal pieces - I cut it in half, and then each half into thirds. Feed each piece of dough through your pasta machine according to the instructions, and until it’s at your desired thinness.

Either use the sheets of pasta to make lasagna, cannelloni, ravioli or tortellini, or cut the sheets into your desired pasta shape.

We used four pieces of dough to make pasta sheets that we turned into a lasagna, and the other two pieces we made into thin noodles which we enjoyed with dumplings and green vegetables in a soup.

This is a seriously incredible pasta dough, and I can’t wait to make it again. And seeing that it’s so easy, I think “again” might be “tonight”!

*Obviously reserve the chickpeas for another dish! Maybe this one? Or this one?

this week

My week, summed up in a photograph!

It’s been a time, hasn’t it?

But this week was an improvement on last week, which can only be a good thing. And when times are trying, it’s deeply comforting to have people who care in your corner. Thank you to those wonderful people, you know who you are!

Looking forward to

Getting in the garden this weekend, getting the beds ready for winter. Making apple butter with the giant bag of apples my Dad brought to the door.

Reading

A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf. I haven’t read this for years and had forgotten how lively and incandescent the writing is, and just how utterly right she is about everything. I was also glad for the reminder about John Keats and his epitaph (it’s basically “fuck the haters” though far more poetically expressed, as you’d expect!). As Woolf points out, “unfortunately, it is precisely the men or women of genius who mind most what is said of them.”

Why I Write by George Orwell. I’ve been picking away at this little book for a few months and every time I read it I am convinced these essays must have only been written last week or last year. So very little has changed. I love Orwell, and I have Rebecca Solnit’s amazing Orwell’s Roses (also highly recommended) to thank for reintroducing me to his genius.

Around the Kitchen Table by Sophie Hansen and Annie Herron. An absolute delight, as expected! I’ve been inspired to revive both my sourdough starter and my sketching.

Elusive Subjects: Biography as Gendered Metafiction by Susanna Scarparo. This is a PhD-related one but I’ve barely been able to drag myself away from it. A very interesting interpretation of how several writers have reimagined notable women who have been forgotten or excluded from history. My PhD is centred around that concept so everything she had to say was very relevant and exciting.

The Sun: The Love of My Life by Cheryl Strayed. “What does it mean to heal? To move on? To let go? Whatever it means, it is usually said and not done, and the people who talk about it the most have almost never had to do it.” And also something I know from experience: “if you lose a ring in a river, you are never going to get it back, no matter how badly you want it or how long you wait.” Oof.

Women’s Agenda: Everything you need to know about Ketanji Brown Jackson, the first Black woman nominated to the US Supreme Court. This sent me down a rabbit hole of wanting to know about women, and women of colour, in the highest court of my own country. I didn’t know the current Chief Justice of the High Court of Australia is in fact a woman, Chief Justice Susan Kiefel, and it’s fairly even in terms of male/female representation - three women, four men - which is better than I expected (when I was a law student 22 years ago, the last time I was aware of the composition of the High Court, there was only one woman). But there are no people of colour, not currently nor in Australia’s High Court’s entire 120-year history. I found this fantastic AFR article that asks why. Lack of diversity perpetuates bias and as long as federal judicial appointments are solely at the government’s discretion, it won’t change. “The demography of the bench will never perfectly match the nation, but people should be able to see themselves in the faces of those chosen to dispense justice,” argues Andrew Leigh in the article. I wholeheartedly agree.

Listening to

Best Friend Therapy: Boundaries - what are they? Do we need them? How do we say no?

Broadly Speaking: Roxane Gay in conversation with Jamila Rizvi at the Wheeler Centre, Melbourne

Inner spring TIDAL playlist

Dare to Lead by Brené Brown on audiobook

Torch by Cheryl Strayed on audiobook

Eating

Nigella Lawson’s spaghetti with chard and chilli from Cook Eat Repeat - I followed her vegan suggestions and used olives (kalamata) and Vegemite instead of anchovies. Delicious!

Lauds Aged Cashew Cheese - made in Tassie, and absolutely lovely! I want to try everything of theirs now. I put some of the cheese on top of the Nigella spaghetti, as pictured. So good.

Vegan banana bread - again! I particularly like it spread with peanut butter as a post-run snack.

In January I pickled some cherries and had some leftover pickling liquid so I pickled six fresh apricot halves as well. I discovered these were still in the fridge a few days ago!! After a quick taste test, I confirmed they were not only still fine to eat, but delicious - sour and tangy, yet sweet. For lunch today, I grilled some halloumi and served that with the pickled apricots, alongside some mint, celery and spinach leaves from the garden. Eaten in the sunshine, it was truly ambrosial. Many memorable meals in my life have involved halloumi in some way! I am yet to eat the pickled cherries. That might end up being an Easter thing.

Picking

Ruby chard, tomatoes, the last of the beans. My beautician sent round a bag of fresh red chillies she’d grown, which was so kind! I think I will freeze most of them, as chillies can be successfully used from frozen. I also have about 10 kilograms of apples to preserve this weekend. I’m going to have to find a few podcasts to queue up!

Watching

Atlas of the Heart (Binge) - a dear friend told me she’d watched the whole season in one weekend, and Tom and I did pretty much the same. It’s like having therapy, in a good way. Highly recommended.

Jackie (iTunes) - I didn’t love it, but being a Kennedy aficionado I still enjoyed it. Oh my god, how did people used to smoke that much?!

Julia (Binge) - I was so excited about this show but I wasn’t sure what to make of the first episode. The Nora Ephron film Julie and Julia is one of my favourite films of all time, so perhaps I am just too attached to Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci as Julia and Paul Child. This show is a bit…grittier, for want of a better word. I know, I know, they were just fallible, ordinary human beings at the end of the day, but everything I’ve read about them suggests Paul Child was nothing but supportive of his wife and her late-in-life career. This show, certainly the first episode, seems to think otherwise so I’m wondering where they got that from or is it pure speculation? And what are the ethics of telling a story about someone’s real life and injecting some drama into it? Again very relevant to my PhD work. I don’t know if I’ll keep watching…but I probably won’t be able to help myself!

Call My Agent! (Dix pour cent)(Netflix) - our addiction to this fabulous show continues, and we have to ration it because we’re down to the last season now. It’s just a delight.

Wearing/applying

I treated myself to a Smitten Merino scarf which I haven’t stopped wearing, apart from today because it’s been so warm! I love the bright colour.

I ran out of my favourite shower gel so will have to replace that, stat!

I stopped using anti-perspirant deodorants in 2017 - when we moved back to Australia a year later, I found No Pong and have been a subscriber ever since. It’s the best, most effective natural deodorant I’ve found in this country. For someone who is very active (I walk to work, run at lunchtime, etc) and was really worried about odour, this stuff is seriously the bomb. In the UK, this one was my favourite (after trying pretty much every single one on the market) and I also had no BO issues! Also, no marks on black clothes with both No Pong and Neal’s Yard, which seriously used to be the bane of my life!

Favourite experiences of the week

Cooking with my two-year-old niece, who is utterly adorable, and has her own apron and little chef’s hat, which was too cute for words. She was quite fascinated by the onions and painstakingly peeled the skin off one. Her parents have joked that that’s how they’ll keep her occupied from now on! She’s a beautiful child and spending time with her truly is balm for the soul.

I also joined my university’s Shut Up and Write Zoom group this week and found that a concentrated period of time to focus on my exegesis revealed many ideas, all of which are slowly connecting like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. It is quite thrilling to see it come together. Not to mention a relief!

Quote of the week

“I’m going to aim high. And why not.” - Anne Sexton

If you’d like to share your thoughts on this post with me, please do! Otherwise, same time next week? xx

publishing the ghosts: after the finish line

In 2015, when we were still living in the UK and The Latte Years was a few months away from being a real live book, I was thrilled to have an article accepted by a publication that I loved. It was a magazine about how to make both a living and a life, full of empowering, inspiring stories of interesting people and how they got to where they are.

After my story was submitted, I got a strange but breezy email back saying that things were up in the air and they’d let me know - by the end of the year, the magazine had sadly disappeared. The words I wrote never saw the light of day.

I’ve been looking through some old folders and hard drives over the past few days, and I found the article. After The Latte Years, it was the second thing I ever wrote on my MacBook Air, in Pages! It’s very much of the mindset I had when I wrote it, almost like a little time machine. It was never edited, and most definitely could have done with a going-over. In the intervening years I have become painfully aware of my natural tendency towards long sentences!

But what the hell - as one of my writing goals for 2022 was to “publish all the ghosts”, rather than find an alternative home for it or rework it significantly with seven years hindsight, I thought I would honour the hopeful, forward-looking me that wrote it and share it here.

After the finish line

What's next? is a question I’ve been trying to answer for as long as I can remember.

I was a straight A student at school and university, so it seemed there was always another hoop to jump through, another pat on the head I was waiting for. While I was very driven (good) I was very dependent on external validation to feel good about myself (not good). To say the real world hit me hard after graduation is something of an understatement. I went through a period of major stagnation in my early twenties where my physical health deteriorated and my lifelong ambition of being a writer was all but shelved. 

I took up endurance sport nearly ten years ago to shift a few pounds and negotiate the aftermath of a painful divorce at the fairly young age of 25.  When I crossed the finish line of the London Marathon in 2011, I had never been so proud of myself. My thighs were taut with muscle, my heart soared with joy as I had surely conquered the ultimate physical feat. I didn’t know if I wanted to ever run another marathon - the training had taken over my life and I’d had no time to write.

But what on earth would I do next? As a born overachiever, the fact I didn’t have an answer to this question didn't sit well. 

A year after the marathon, I was now a full time writer after a well-timed redundancy, but despite having taken the biggest leap of faith of my life, things were not going well. I had come dead last in a trail half marathon (a race harder than the marathon had ever been), money was running low and it looked like my biggest dream, publishing a book, was never going to happen as my hopeful queries to agents and publishers were met with rejection after rejection. 

 On New Year’s Eve 2012, with my confidence in tatters, I did a manifestation exercise where I wrote a letter to myself from my 2015 self. What would she say? What was life like now? What words of encouragement could I give myself, based on where I hoped I would be in three years time?

I found the letter the other day. It’s so accurate it’s frightening. 

2015 has been a big year for me, possibly the biggest of my life. Since my agent rang me with the news in March, I’ve surfed a giant wave of publisher deadlines, edits, cover designs, fitting in writing a 100,000 word book around a full time job within three months, not to mention the fear of exposure that comes with having a book that contains such a raw personal story out there in the world. But my heart is soaring. Fear is a luxury I daren’t indulge in.  My memoir The Latte Years will be published in January 2016. 

 Just like when I finished the marathon, I’m pondering the same question. What am I going to do now? What do you do once you realise your biggest dream in life? The similarities between writers and athletes never fail to amaze and amuse me, and so I have been negotiating this time for my work and creative practice the same way I approached the aftermath of completing a marathon.

I have had to find ways to get “goal hungry” again both after success and after failure. Both scenarios require gentleness and asking questions and setting intentions from a place of love rather than fear. 

This is what has helped me so far:

Put your feet up

 A wonderful running coach, Martin Yelling, told me to “put your slippers on and have a well deserved rest” after the marathon. He’s a wise man - often the best thing we can do after achieving something massive is let the dust settle, take stock and, for heaven’s sake, RELAX. 

Detach

 This has been key to my personal growth as well as my creative work. Keeping my self belief while detaching from desired outcomes and expectations is trickier than it sounds but it can be done. Sometimes you need to detach from an old identity too. Many of us cling to old personas that don’t always reflect who we are now. It’s very tempting to call myself a marathon runner forever more but while that achievement can never be taken away from me, I can’t keep measuring myself against it either.  It reminds me that achievements come and go in the fullness of time, but life goes on. Nothing you leave behind will ever be truly lost if it is relevant to your future. Trust that. 

Manifest (or visualise)

An essential technique for successful athletes is visualising their moment of glory. Not just what they can see, but how do they feel?  I’ve found doing the same thing immensely helpful for my creative goals. The great paradox about the creative life is that you cannot ever possibly know what the outcome of your efforts will be - and I truly believe that’s a good thing - but writing down what I wanted to achieve in the voice of a future self who had already achieved it was a powerful exercise. It helped me visualise where I wanted to be, work out my priorities and feel gratitude for how far I’d come. It also gave me some clues as to how I was going to get there from that moment in time, dejected and wondering if I should just throw in the towel.

 If you’re struggling to figure out what’s next for you, really recommend trying it. I’m not saying all you have to do is write down what you want and it will happen like magic. We all know life doesn’t work that way. But what does work is getting really clear about who you are and what you want (and who you’re not and what you don’t) and then taking some action. A little imagination doesn’t hurt either. 

Trust

 It’s easy to fret our lives away, looking for our next achievement. The current culture of social media does little to reassure us that everything doesn’t have to be instagrammable, and if you can’t apply the #blessed hashtag to your life then you’re doing something wrong. 

In those near three years, I didn’t look at what I’d written in that letter from my future self once, but I did remember how authentic the voice sounded. Future Me was on to something, I decided. I would trust that all would be well. I would put my faith in the universe to deliver. Even if it meant I had nothing to instagram but my breakfast in the meantime.  

Take action

 I think this is the step many of us have trouble with - I certainly did for the first half of my life. It’s easy to want - it’s the doing that’s the hard bit. You have to keep your end of the bargain. Everything is a choice, including doing nothing. 

 For me, action was a conscious act of surrender and letting go. I decided to stop for a while and listen, take notice, instead of pushing so hard all the time. I no longer had any grandiose ideas, no project I thought would be my “game changer”. But every day, I got up and committed myself to my practice, just as a runner puts on her shoes and runs every day. Even if it was just Morning Pages, I was “in training”. I was a marathon writer. 

Be true to yourself

 For me, the question “what next?” has to be answered by examining your own motives. I’m a goal-oriented person by nature and while this is not necessarily a bad thing, it was crucial for me to get a balance between goals that were truly authentic and goals I was pursuing because I thought I “should” or that would earn me admiration from others.  

Experience has taught me that things get clearer, or solutions present themselves, when you stop and enjoy the view for a while. In fact, that is the only reason to climb the mountain. Don’t worry about whether others can see you on top of it – do it for the fun of the climb and, above all, let yourself enjoy the view once you get there.  The next mountain can wait, just for now.

dukkah

Dukkah is one of those things, if you’re anything like me, you may have written off as “too trendy”, having seen it on every restaurant menu and on the shelves of every posh grocery store. But then you try it and realise the hype is very much deserved! And it’s so easy to make yourself.

I am a huge fan of dukkah and enjoy having a jar of it in the house to use in all manner of savoury things - I particularly like it scattered over avocado on toast, wedges of roast pumpkin, or as a salad topper. It’s also beautiful, and traditionally served, with crusty bread and grassy olive oil as a snack or starter.

Dukkah, my way

6 tablespoons coriander seeds
6 tablespoons sesame seeds
4 tablespoons pumpkin seeds
3 tablespoons fennel seeds
3 tablespoons cumin seeds
1.5 tablespoons black peppercorns
1 tablespoon nigella seeds
100g almonds
100g other nuts
0.5 teaspoon garlic powder
1.5 teaspoons Moroccan Souk spice blend (or another North African flavour of your choice, like harissa or ras el hanout. But I particularly like this one)
2 teaspoons za’atar (optional, I just had it in the cupboard)
4 teaspoons sea salt

Put all ingredients except for the salt into a dry frying pan, stir to combine and toast over medium heat until fragrant. Don’t let anything brown. Allow to cool.

Put the whole lot, together with the salt, in a food processor and pulse until combined but still chunky. You may prefer it slightly more pulverised.

Place the mixture in clean glass jars. Keeps….forever! And it also makes a lovely gift if you can bear to part with any of it. Believe me, that’s a difficult task.