1/4 cup refried lentils (or refried beans, or use 1/2 cup chickpeas)
5-6 fresh basil leaves (or 1-2 tsp dried basil)
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp sea salt (I left this out)
1/2 tsp black pepper
1 tbsp lemon juice
2 cloves garlic
1/4 tsp baking powder
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Cut ends off of sweet potato and cut into 6 pieces. Throw all ingredients into food processor, except flax egg, oats and spices. Pulse in food processor until blended, but chunky. Remove from food processor and put into a large bowl. Add remaining ingredients. Separate into burger like patties. This will make around 8. Baked for 25 minutes, flipping at around 12 minutes. (I broiled on high for 3-4 minutes to brown the tops at the end.) Serve on a bun or over a bed of spinach or lettuce.
*I accidentally omitted the spinach. I was completely finished and realized I left it out… So, that part didn’t get included in mine. They were still delicious without it.
*I also am not the biggest fan of garlic… so, I left that out.
It was dark. My headlamp illuminated just a few feet of the rocky dirt road in front of me forcing me to keep my attention in the present moment. I had been running for over 6 hours. My watch told me my journey was almost finished. My body - battered, tired, but moving - wanted to be finished hours ago. I strained to see the only landmark that signaled the end was near: the point where the miles of dirt road turned into pavement - less than a mile from the finish line.
Finally, the rugged transition came, and with it, the tears. I had done it. I had finished another long race. This race was different than most. It wasn’t a goal race by any means, but the sweetness of toeing the start line and suffering to the finish was just as sweet. The joy of patiently enduring another difficult journey overwhelmed me. A journey that began hours before in the daylight in the middle of a national forrest along with 100 other eager runners.
I’m taking some of these things into consideration.
For now, I’m calling my bike Bike. I can’t keep calling her this though. She deserves some identity. Maybe it is because I saved her from the thrift store and took her to a place that breathed some life into her tires or because I feel such a connection with her that possibly foreshadows all the time we will be spending together, but she feels so much more than just a bike. She’s a companion.
to wait until dark on THE MOST GORGEOUS DAY OF THE SUMMER to go for a run.
In other news - I also got a sewing machine from the thrift store, but something is wrong. There are lots of loops underneath the fabric and it isn’t really sewing any stitches. It seems to be bobbin trouble, but I really have no idea. Any sewing machine experts who can give me a hint?