The Karagöz puppets dream of Morocco: Chicken and parsnip tagine with coriander


Our final product - looks homemade - chicken and parsnip tagine with coriander and cilantro

Our final product – looks homemade – chicken and parsnip tagine with coriander and cilantro, with roasted Delicata squash and brown rice as well (Image by Liz Cameron)

Pecked out before my arm really started to hurt. We are still standing & M. is still cooking!

My arm is hurting, a lot. I can type, but doing anything with my arm above my heart is painful. It also hurts to prep food – so today, I was the chef-de-cuisine in our home, and M. was the sous-chef. The Karagöz puppets sat along the window sill and cheered him on:

“Here’s to the man of the house, chopping onions and peeling parsnips!”

“He’s not afraid to de-vein and seed a pepper!”

“He’s not afraid to shed a tear – even if it is onion-induced!”

I didn’t have a plan until I looked at the stuff in the kitchen and remembered our dream of heading to Morocco on our next big trip, so here is how this dish came about – a pure m’lady creation with Morocco on the brain – the puppets, of course, hadn’t been whispering “tagine” and “Fez” and “Casablanca” in my ear all night or anything, of course not!

Chicken and parsnip tagine with coriander (a la M’lady)

5 chicken drumsticks with skin

5 big parsnips, peeled and chopped into 1 inch chunks

1 curly hot green pepper, seeded, de-veined and chopped to bits

4 onions, chopped fairly fine

1 McIntosh apple, cored, skinned and sliced (the poor thing)

Some pul biber-infused olive oil

2 tbsps coriander seed, ground

1 bunch cilantro, chopped

A box of chicken stock or some from the freezer, if you are lucky and industrious like me (she brags)

A head of garlic pressed through a sieve

Here’s what M. and I did:

Start by browning the onions and peppers - garlic at the last minute (Image by Liz Cameron)

Start by browning the onions and peppers – garlic at the last minute (Image by Liz Cameron)

Parsnips and peppers (image by Liz Cameron)
Parsnips and peppers (image by Liz Cameron)

1. Brown the onions and diced green pepper in a skillet, towards the end, add the garlic, but make sure it does not get brown and bitter. Before the latter happens, put it into the ceramic crock pot.

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Brown those chicken drumsticks with abandon! OK, not abandon... (Image by Liz Cameron)

Brown those chicken drumsticks with abandon! OK, not abandon… (Image by Liz Cameron)

...and don't forget to add the apple and parsnips (image by Liz Cameron)
…and don’t forget to add the apple and parsnips (image by Liz Cameron)

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2. Then, brown the chicken drumsticks on two sides after salting the bejesus out of them, then place in the crock pot along with the chopped parsnips and chopped apple. Toss in your coriander seed, ground. Mix it in a bit.

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The chicken and parsnips have entered the room - er - crock pot (image by Liz Cameron)

The chicken and parsnips have entered the room – er – crock pot (image by Liz Cameron)

Don't forget to wash the cilantro (coriander leaf) (image by Liz Cameron)
Don’t forget to wash the cilantro (coriander leaf) (image by Liz Cameron)

3. Cover the stuff in the crock pot with the box of chicken stock (or stuff from the freezer, melted). Put it on low for 5-7 hours. As it is almost ready, get out your cilantro, cook some rice – and roast some delicata squash in the oven. It makes a nice, warm autumnal meal – especially when M. is doing the chopping.

Afiyet olsun!

Written a few weeks ago before Frankenstorm was a nascent swirl and before i could only write slowly with my right hand

Today, the Karagöz puppets awoke

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Of Elma and Indian corn: Karagöz puppets as marriage counselors


Elma (Image by Liz Cameron)

Elma/apple (Image by Liz Cameron) Nazim Hikmet is said to have commented on his poetic ambition as follows:“I want to write poems that both talk only about me and address just one other person and call out to millions, I want to write poems that talk of a single apple, of the plowed earth, of the psyche of someone getting out of prison, of the struggle of the masses for a better life, of one man’s heartbreaks, I want to write about fearing and fearing death.”

Written a few weeks ago before Frankenstorm waited in the wings and before this rotator cuff injury ate my writing hand (my right hand is miffed at this comment):

Today, the Karagöz puppets awoke with resolve. “We are,” they cried in odd unison, “going to experience the New England countryside!”

Furling my sleepy brow in confusion, I queried “why, after all these years in New England, have you chosen *today* to go to the countryside?”

Karagöz somersaulted forward, explaining in dizzy circles, “It’s because, m’lady, we’re here to save your marriage – you need a

Indian corn and Fuji apples (Image by Liz Cameron)

Indian corn and Fuji apples (Image by Liz Cameron)

date! Go pick elma (apples) and Indian corn in the sunshine, it’s the best prescription for smiles and happy times.”

And so we did.

And it was crowded and touristy – but we found some silent orchard paths and a few varieties we won’t be happy to live without – Fuji and Jonah Gold to be specific!

And here is how the house looks now, buried in a sea of apples on every open surface. Well worth the effort.

We came home and I read M.’s favorite Nazim Hikmet a bit – and came across this phrase in which he described his ambition as a poet: “I want to write poems that both talk only about me and address just one other person and call out to millions, I want to write poems that talk of a single apple, of the plowed earth, of the psyche of someone getting out of prison, of the struggle of the masses for a better life, of one man’s heartbreaks, I want to write about fearing and fearing death.”

Fuji apples (Image by Liz Cameron)

Fuji apples (Image by Liz Cameron)

Indian corn and Fuji apples (Image by Liz Cameron)

Indian corn and Fuji apples (Image by Liz Cameron)

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The Karagöz puppets look for beauty in decay


With only my right arm up & running (aka hunt & pecking), it’s photo essay time! Glory in decay has been a subject of interest for the puppets in their travels through Türkiye and the US. Seey Pinterest board on that as well (link on Right side of homepage for blog).

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