Indian-Spiced Quinoa Edamame Cutlets (and some ramblings on life)

I went and saw my advisor today. I think I was hoping for him to give me the answers–tell me what to do with the rest of my life. The bureaucratic nightmare that was the posting of my transfer credits is finally over, which means I did indeed graduate this past semester. Yay, yipee, right? Not so much.

What I didn’t realize is that graduating from one degree meant picking another. When my advisor told me that I needed to pick another major, it was like he was telling me to pick the rest of my life.

“What should I choose?” I asked him.

“Well, for med school, you could go human bio or physiology or something along those lines. Most people go with human bio.”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I got my 3.5 in anatomy but, as I was sitting there studying for the final, I realized it didn’t even really matter. I didn’t even care about medicine. How am I supposed to be a doctor if, even now, as an undergraduate, I know deep down I’m only studying because getting good grades gives me a modicum of self esteem?”

It was like I had thrown him a curve ball. Hell! I threw myself one! I didn’t even realize until I said it that, even today, after everything I’ve been through during AND after high school, I have absolutely NO clue what to do with the rest of my life.

As far as my advisor goes, he asked the obvious questions after that: Well what do you want to do? What interests you?….the expected. I mean, he’s an academic advisor–that’s his job. What’s more important is that I couldn’t answer any of those. What do I WANT to do? Since when has that mattered?

I WANT to spend my days cooking and eating or writing a book full of novel and altogether fascinating concepts or creating beautiful pieces of art for the whole world to see. But, as I am constantly reminded, those things aren’t real…they’re dreams and, like every other dream of mine, they only exist when there are stars in the sky.

Not everyone can be J.K. Rowling.

I’ve been surrounded by people that have known what they wanted to do since they were in the womb. I mean, I’m indian, right? Be a doctor or an engineer…that’s what indian people do, right? That’s probably the only reason I ever even considered going to med school.

I guess, if I sat down and thought about it, I could TOLERATE being a doctor: given the many perks the job comes with (huge paycheck anyone?), I would be able to find plenty of ways to distract myself enough to make it through the next 50 years or whatever. I think some part of me keeps hoping though that, maybe, one day, I’ll actually be able to have MORE than just a distraction…I’ll be able to be happy.

I won’t have to fake it anymore.

But then the stars go away and I wake up. And I go to my anatomy class and I get my perfect grades and I come home, pet my cat and turn on the TV (or eat myself into a food coma) until it’s dark outside. Then, every night, no matter how bitter the cold is or how sodden the grass, I go outside and look for a star. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to find one through the clouds…

And then I close my eyes and make a wish– the same wish–the only wish I’ve ever had.

And then I go inside and close my eyes and wait for the rays of the sun to burn through my dreams once again.

Sadly, Michigan winters beautiful pictures do not make

Chatpata Quinoa and Soybean Cutlets
makes 16 patties

  • 1.25 c. cooked edamame (measured after cooking)
  • 1.5 c. cooked quinoa (measured after cooking)
  • 1/4c. wheat bran (feel free to sub with oat bran or other floury stuff of choice)
  • about 1/2c.-1c. frozen 3 pepper and onion blend
  • 1-2 tsp. minced garlic
  • 3/4 large egg (or equivalent egg substitute)
  • juice of 1/2 a small lemon (I used a new breed of lemon my mom sent me called Meyer lemons)
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • chat masala (a spice available at most ethnic food stores)

β†’Process the edamame in a food processor/blender (or just mash it by hand) until it looks like this:


Then, mix in the quinoa and the wheat bran.

Spray a medium to large size pan with cooking spray (or use oil if you’re not calorie-phobic) and saute the 3 pepper/onion blend with the garlic until onions are lightly browned and garlic is fragrant. Process this in the food processor/blender until it looks like this:

3 pepper and onion blend

Then, add it to the quinoa/edamame mixture, followed by the egg, the lemon juice and the salt/pepper.

Now would probably be a good time to fire up the oven/toaster oven to 395* F. (Why 395? I thought it was set to 400* but realized later that it actually said 395. I doubt it matters though.)

Spray a foil-lined baking pan with nonstick spray (or oil it).

Form the mixture into patties and bake for 20-30 min, flipping patties over half way and rotating the pan. (I stayed in the kitchen after about 15 minutes had passed and started checking them every 5 minutes or so. Some heat was probably lost during this process).

When patties are lightly browned on both sides, take them out of the oven, top them with a liberal helping of chat masala (to taste) and serve with some sweetened yogurt (or, if you have it, mango chutney + yogurt would be even better).

Do dishes and wash pan.

My lovely taste tester, Emma, who found the patties quite delicious




15 responses to “Indian-Spiced Quinoa Edamame Cutlets (and some ramblings on life)

  1. Emmie January 3, 2011 at 1:05 am

    I like this πŸ˜€ Be a cook Mekkie πŸ˜€

  2. Emmie January 3, 2011 at 4:47 am

    You won’t fail, and its the one thing you enjoy! Watch the movie “Waitress” It might inspire you. πŸ˜€

  3. Emmie January 3, 2011 at 4:50 am

    plus, you wouldn’t have to give up your morals about not cutting animals! I think med school was a lot further from your dreams… besides, I’m following my dreams and I’m freakin scared to death, but it doesn’t mean the prospects of being successful aren’t worth the cost.

    • eeyoreblues27 January 3, 2011 at 6:18 pm

      I think deep down I know you’re right, but cooking isn’t the ONLY thing I enjoy. It’s one of the very FEW things….

      I don’t even know what I enjoy anymore.

      Life was so easy when I was 5!!!!!!!

    • eeyoreblues27 January 3, 2011 at 6:18 pm

      Oh, and thanks Emmie. *hug* At least I know one person will by my book. πŸ˜€

  4. Emmie January 3, 2011 at 4:58 am

    And gee golly, we should have cooking parties πŸ˜€

    • eeyoreblues27 January 3, 2011 at 6:15 pm

      A. You make me smile.
      B. I watched Waitress and I’m one abusive husband and a southern accent short of being able to relate πŸ˜‰
      C. Yes, we should have cooking parties as I have stated numerous times. πŸ˜€
      D. I can always count on you to make me feel better when there’s no comments anywhere….you are, after all, the comment queen. LOL

  5. Nandini January 11, 2011 at 2:53 am

    I have to say I follow your blog and absolutely love, love your recipes! And I’m indian too ;).
    I’m going to go to college next year and you know what? I’m majoring in English. Yea, not a typical Indian career but my parents are incredibly liberal and supportive; plus, it’s my life right? Im going to do what I want to do; I’m going to be happy. πŸ™‚
    Keep blogging!

    • eeyoreblues27 January 11, 2011 at 5:15 pm

      Thank you so much for your kind words Nandini. It’s always nice to hear from a fellow ABCD (assuming you don’t actually LIVE in India). πŸ˜‰

      I think most parents just want their kids to be happy. If English is what makes you happy, go for it! But make sure to keep your options open. I was overwhelmed by the millions of majors there are!

      Keep reading! πŸ˜€

  6. Emmie January 18, 2011 at 6:58 pm

    I like the new heading!

  7. Emmie January 19, 2011 at 8:58 pm

    edamame looks delicious

  8. Usha December 5, 2011 at 8:38 pm

    What a strange coincidence πŸ™‚ I am Kaavya’s mom from the dance class….Nice to see this recipe πŸ™‚

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