Eats with a Beat

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Qué onda guero? Qué onda Jose? See the vegetable man In the vegetable van With a horn that’s honking Like a mariachi band In the middle of the street People gather around Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can Ay güey!, que onda? TJ cowboys hang around Sleeping in the sidewalk With a Burger King crown Never wake ‘em up Mas cerveza Til the rooster crows Vatos de gallos Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Qué onda gue-ro? Qué onda guero? Mano Blancos roll with crowbars singing rancheras on cheap guitars Abuelitas with plastic bags Walking to the church with the Spanish candles Dirty borracho says ‘que putas!’ Andale, Joto, your popsicle’s melting Run better run, da doo run run Mara Salvatrucha in the midnight sun Guero, where are you going? Qué onda guero? Guero, where are you going? Qué onda güero? Rampart boys with loaded rifles Guate-malan soccer ball instant replays Mango ladies, vendedoras And a busstop singing Banda macho chorus Qué onda guero? A donde vayas Qué onda guero? A donde vayas ¿Y donde encontrastes ese? en un hoyo Alla en la Pico Hey vamos a jugar futbol ahí en el Griffith park La Pico and Ver-mont La locura Yeah now I’m going to LACC I’m taking a ceramics class See the vegetable man James Joyce Michael Bolton Qué onda guero, where are you going? Qué onda guero, where are you going? Hey what’s up gue-ro? “You doing pushups?” No te veo guero! El guero! Que Pasa Otra vero guero I dunno I saw a puppet at Tang’s with a mullet and a popsicle. Hey Guero Que locura! Chico Hey Guero Yeah Bro? Hehehe, footlong? Let’s go to Cap’n Cork. They have the new yanni cassette Qué onda guero? Qué onda Jose? See the vegetable man In the vegetable van With a horn that’s honking Like a mariachi band In the middle of the street People gather around Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can Ay güey!, que onda? TJ cowboys hang around Sleeping in the sidewalk With a Burger King crown Never wake ‘em up Mas cerveza Til the rooster crows Vatos de gallos Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Mano Blancos roll with crowbars singing rancheras on cheap guitars Abuelitas


Introduction

This cookbook is not simply about reading a list of ingredients and a set of instructions. It is about an experience. It is Eats with a Beat, an amalgamation of my passions for food and music. This book is a collection of recipes, each paired with a song. The song is matched with the dish based on a mood or a vibe, and organized into three distinct sections: Zesty, Mellow, and Cool. At the back of the book, every song within each section can be found in a playlist reflecting the general mood of that section.

To enjoy the best experience while cooking with these recipes, it is recommended that you download the three playlists, and play the music while preparing the dishes. If you are feeling peppy and ener-gized, ready to go and full of life, you might choose to listen to the Zesty playlist, while preparing a zesty dish. If you are feeling quiet and cozy, visit the Mellow section. Explore the Cool selection if you are feeling more creative, loose and laid back.

This eat with a beat cookbook is intended to bring us back down to earth in small moments during our busy lives. We are always on the go, but cooking and preparing food should be something to be enjoyed. This book is meant to encourage you to slow down, be present in the moment, and enjoy the act of cooking. It should not be a chore, it should be a positive experience. To foster a more full experience in the act of cooking, try making your eats to a beat!

Colette Cartier

Qué onda guero? Qué onda Jose? See the vegetable man In the veg-etable van With a horn that’s honking Like a mariachi band In the middle of the street People gather around Put the dollar-dollar-dol-lar in the can Ay güey!, que onda? TJ cowboys hang around Sleep-ing in the sidewalk With a Burger King crown Never wake ‘em up Mas cerveza Til the rooster crows Vatos de gallos Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Mano Blancos roll with crowbars singing rancheras on cheap guitars Abuelitas with plastic bags Walking to the church with the Spanish candles Dirty borracho says ‘que putas!’ Andale, Joto, your popsicle’s melting Run better run, da doo run run Mara Salvatrucha in the midnight sun Guero, where are you going? Qué onda guero? Guero, where are you going? Qué onda güero? Rampart boys with loaded rifles Guatemalan soccer ball instant replays Mango ladies, vendedoras And a busstop singing Banda macho chorus Qué onda guero? A donde vayas Qué onda guero? A donde vayas ¿Y donde encontrastes ese? en un hoyo Alla en la Pico Hey vamos a jugar futbol ahí en el Griffith park La Pico and Vermont La locura Yeah now I’m going to LACC I’m taking a ceramics class See the vegetable man James Joyce Michael Bolton Qué onda guero, where are you going? Qué onda guero, where are you going? Hey what’s up guero? “You doing pushups?” No te veo guero! El guero! Que Pasa Otra vero guero I dunno I saw a puppet at Tang’s with a mullet and a popsicle. Hey Guero Que locura! Chico Hey Guero Yeah Bro? Hehehe, footlong? Let’s go to Cap’n Cork. They have the new yanni cassette Qué onda guero? Qué onda Jose? See the vege-table man In the vegetable van With a horn that’s honking Like a mariachi band In the middle of the street People gather around Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can Ay güey!, que onda? TJ cowboys


zesty

Contents

Hot Chilli Udon Noodles 11

Savory Salmon + Mango Salsa 17

Other x

Other x

Other x

mellowCreamy Eggplant Risotto 25

Sweet Miso Roasted Portebello Penne 31

Other x

Other x

Other x

coolFresh Cucumber + Ginger Sushi Rolls 39

Crisp Roasted Beet Citrus Salad 45

Other x

Other x


zesty

Hot Chilli Udon Noodlesw/ edamame + sprouts

Serves 22 package udon noodles

1 tbsp vegetable oil2 garlic cloves, crushed1 cup shelled edamame2 heads bok choy1 fresh red chili, finely chopped3 tbsp cilantro, chopped2 cups bean sprouts1 tbsp sesame seeds

Sauce1 tbsp fresh grated gingerjuice of 1 lime2 tbsp sesame oil2 tbsp palm nectar1 tsp tamarind paste2 tsp tamari1 tsp sea salt

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Que onda Guero, BeckSuggested Beat:

23

Que onda GueroArtist: Beck

Q u é onda guero? Qué onda

Jose? See the vegetable man In the vegetable van With a horn that’s honking Like a

mariachi band In the middle of the street People gather around Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can Ay güey!, que

onda? TJ cowboys hang around Sleeping in the sidewalk With a Burger King crown Never wake ‘em up Mas cerveza Til the rooster

crows Vatos de gallos Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Qué onda gue-ro? Qué onda guero? Mano Blancos roll with crowbars singing rancheras

on cheap guitars Abuelitas with plastic bags Walking to the church with the Spanish candles Dirty borracho says ‘que putas!’ Andale, Joto, your popsicle’s melting Run better run, da doo run run Mara Salvatrucha in the midnight sun Guero, where are you going? Qué onda guero? Guero, where are you go-ing? Qué onda güero? Rampart boys with loaded rifles Guatemalan soccer ball instant replays Mango ladies, vendedoras And a busstop singing Banda macho chorus Qué onda guero? A donde vayas Qué onda gue-

ro? A donde vayas ¿Y donde encontrastes ese? en un hoyo Alla en la Pico Hey vamos a jugar futbol ahí en el Griffith park

La Pico and Vermont La locura Yeah now I’m going to LACC I’m taking a ceramics class See the

vegetable man James Joyce Michael Bolton Qué onda gue-

Qué onda guero? Qué onda

Jose? See the vegetable man In the vegetable van With a horn that’s honking Like a

mariachi band In the middle of the street People gather around Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can Ay güey!, que

onda? TJ cowboys hang around Sleeping in the sidewalk With a Burger King crown Never wake ‘em up Mas cerveza Til the rooster crows Vatos de gallos Qué onda guero? Qué onda guero? Qué onda gue-ro? Qué onda guero? Mano Blancos roll with crowbars singing rancheras on cheap guitars Abuelitas with plastic bags Walking to the church with the Spanish candles Dirty borracho says ‘que putas!’ Andale, Joto, your popsicle’s melting Run better run, da doo run run Mara Salvatrucha in the midnight sun Guero, where are you going? Qué onda guero? Guero, where are you go-ing? Qué onda güero? Rampart boys with loaded rifles Guatemalan soccer

ball instant replays Mango ladies, vendedoras And a busstop singing Banda macho chorus Qué onda guero? A donde vayas Qué onda gue-

ro? A donde vayas ¿Y donde encontrastes ese? en un hoyo Alla en la Pico Hey vamos a jugar futbol ahí en el Griffith park

La Pico and Vermont La locura Yeah now I’m going to LACC I’m taking a ceramics class See the

vegetable man James Joyce Michael Bolton Qué onda gue-

Que onda GueroArtist: Beck

Savory Spring Salmonw/ mango + avocado salsa

Serves 21 fillet fresh salmon1 tbsp olive oil1 tsp sea salt1 tsp pepper1 tsp anise seeds

Salsa1 tbsp olive oil1 lime (juice)1 mango diced1 avocado diced1 red onion chopped fine1/4 cup cucumber diced3 tbsp cilantro, chopped1 tbsp anise seeds 4 leaves butter lettuce

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Amore (sexo), Santana ft. Macy GraySuggested Beat:

23

Amore (sexo)Santana ft. Macy Gray

It’s like the ocean baby You make

me feel so sexy Love so understating For only you I’m waiting You turn me on My love is

on and on and You touch me makes me crazy I feel your body and me It’s like the ocean at sea My love is never ending

You and me It’s like a dream my baby Amore, sexo Amore, my love is on and on and on Amore, sexo Amore, my love is on and on It’s like

the wind beneath me The passion flows so freely Close to you I get free Wheneaver you fill my needs I turn you on My love is on and on and I feel

it all in my knees And I know how good it will be It’s like the wind beneath me My love is never ending You and me It’s like a dream my baby Amore, sexo Amore, my live is on and on and on Amore, sexo Amore, my live is on and onIt’s like the ocean baby You make me feel so sexy Love so understating For only you I’m waiting You turn me on My love is on and on and You touch me makes me crazy I feel your body and me It’s like the ocean at sea My love is never ending You and me It’s like a dream my baby Amore,

sexo Amore, my love is on and on and on Amore, sexo Amore, my love is on and on It’s like the wind beneath me The pas-

sion flows so freely Close to you I get free Wheneaver you fill my needs I turn you on My love is on

and on and I feel it all in my knees And I know how good

Amore (sexo)Santana ft. Macy Gray

It’s like the ocean baby You make

me feel so sexy Love so understating For only you I’m waiting You turn me on My love is

on and on and You touch me makes me crazy I feel your body and me It’s like the ocean at sea My love is never ending

You and me It’s like a dream my baby Amore, sexo Amore, my love is on and on and on Amore, sexo Amore, my love is on and on It’s like the wind beneath me The passion flows so freely Close to you I get free Wheneaver you fill my needs I turn you on My love is on and on and I feel it all in my knees And I know how good it will be It’s like the wind beneath me My love is never ending You and me It’s like a dream my baby Amore, sexo Amore, my live is on and on and on Amore, sexo Amore, my live is on and onIt’s like the ocean baby You make me feel so sexy Love so understating For only you I’m waiting You turn me on My love is on and on and You touch

me makes me crazy I feel your body and me It’s like the ocean at sea My love is never ending You and me It’s like a dream my baby Amore,

sexo Amore, my love is on and on and on Amore, sexo Amore, my love is on and on It’s like the wind beneath me The pas-

sion flows so freely Close to you I get free Wheneaver you fill my needs I turn you on My love is on

and on and I feel it all in my knees And I know how good


mellow

Creamy Eggplant Risottow/ lemon and basil

Salsa1 tbsp olive oil1 lime (juice)1 mango diced1 avocado diced1 red onion chopped fine1/4 cup cucumber diced3 tbsp cilantro, chopped1 tbsp anise seeds

Fish Seasoning1 tbsp olive oil1 tsp sea salt1 tsp pepper1 tsp anise seeds




Down the Burning Rope, James Vincent McMorrowSuggested Beat:

23

Down the Burning RopeJames Vincent McMorrow

W h e n the hills let go Slowly

fade into the water like some ancient lover On a ship filled with ghosts It’s something

to behold When the paper thin girls With twisting little braids in their hair, They take off their coats and throw Peb-

bles and stones from the side of the boat, Crying out The stones they float, the stones they float Oh my God, the stones they float, the stones

they float Down the burning ropes Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies You make your bed under the moonlight I think it’s time

we said goodbye Cause nothing moves in the warm air And words that once would cut like a knife, They just hang in the cloud and you’re Pushed by the lord, But you’re pulled by the crowds and You’re overboard, you’re overboard Oh my God, she’s overboard My love she’s overboard She’s overboard My love she’s overboard There’s not a shell unbroken In the valley where my heartache and the timbers lay It’s not the time to be hanging around here You know what some might say That people get too reckless That even

with the simplest of crimes They leave, blood behind, As I clean the knife for the very last time I think she knows, I think she

knows Oh my God, I think she knows I think she knowsWhen the hills let go Slowly fade into the wa-

ter like some ancient lover On a ship filled with ghosts It’s

When the hills let go Slowly

fade into the water like some ancient lover On a ship filled with ghosts It’s something

to behold When the paper thin girls With twisting little braids in their hair, They take off their coats and throw Peb-

bles and stones from the side of the boat, Crying out The stones they float, the stones they float Oh my God, the stones they float, the stones they float Down the burning ropes Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies You make your bed under the moonlight I think it’s time we said goodbye Cause nothing moves in the warm air And words that once would cut like a knife, They just hang in the cloud and you’re Pushed by the lord, But you’re pulled by the crowds and You’re overboard, you’re overboard Oh my God, she’s overboard My love she’s overboard She’s overboard My love she’s overboard There’s not a shell unbroken In the valley where my

heartache and the timbers lay It’s not the time to be hanging around here You know what some might say That people get too reckless That even

with the simplest of crimes They leave, blood behind, As I clean the knife for the very last time I think she knows, I think she

knows Oh my God, I think she knows I think she knowsWhen the hills let go Slowly fade into the wa-

ter like some ancient lover On a ship filled with ghosts It’s

Down the Burning RopeJames Vincent McMorrow

Sweet Miso Roasted Portobello Pastaw/ arugula + pistacchios

Pasta2 portabello caps2 cups pasta1 cup pistacchios2 cups arugula1 lemon

Marinade2 tbsp miso paste1 tbsp sesame oil1 tsp tamarind paste1 tbsp tamari1 tbsp soya sauce




Jewels and Gold, Angus + Julia StoneSuggested Beat:

23

Jewels and GoldAngus + Julia Stone

G o i n g round, I’m going round to my

friends house, To get myself high. It takes me to a different place where nothing leaves my

mind. But men in blue knocked on my door, and said “I’ve come to kill off your kind”, it’s the killing of the mind. The circus

came, then packed up there things. When there’s no ones around, We’ll be high as kings, without the things, like jewels and gold. I’m

rolling down, I’m rolling down to my hotel, between the lines. The paperboy still looks the same, as the old get old and the young are feeling fine. A soldier

came knocked down my walls and said “ I’ve come to kill off your kind” It’s the killing of the mind. The circus came, then packed up there things. When there’s no one around, we’ll be high as kings, without the things, like jewels and gold.I’m going round, I’m going round to my friends house, To get myself high. It takes me to a different place where nothing leaves my mind. But men in blue knocked on my door, and said “I’ve come to kill off your kind”, it’s the killing of the mind. The circus came, then packed up there things.

When there’s no ones around, We’ll be high as kings, without the things, like jewels and gold. I’m rolling down, I’m rolling down

to my hotel, between the lines. The paperboy still looks the same, as the old get old and the young are

feeling fine. A soldier came knocked down my walls and

Jewels and GoldAngus + Julia Stone

Going round, I’m going round to my

friends house, To get myself high. It takes me to a different place where nothing leaves my

mind. But men in blue knocked on my door, and said “I’ve come to kill off your kind”, it’s the killing of the mind. The circus

came, then packed up there things. When there’s no ones around, We’ll be high as kings, without the things, like jewels and gold. I’m rolling down, I’m rolling down to my hotel, between the lines. The paperboy still looks the same, as the old get old and the young are feeling fine. A soldier came knocked down my walls and said “ I’ve come to kill off your kind” It’s the killing of the mind. The circus came, then packed up there things. When there’s no one around, we’ll be high as kings, without the things, like jewels and gold.I’m going round, I’m going round to my friends house, To get myself high. It takes me to a different place where nothing leaves my mind. But men in

blue knocked on my door, and said “I’ve come to kill off your kind”, it’s the killing of the mind. The circus came, then packed up there things.

When there’s no ones around, We’ll be high as kings, without the things, like jewels and gold. I’m rolling down, I’m rolling down

to my hotel, between the lines. The paperboy still looks the same, as the old get old and the young are

feeling fine. A soldier came knocked down my walls and


cool

Fresh Cucumber Sushi Rollsw/ ginger + cilantro






Something Good, Alt-JSuggested Beat:

23

Something GoodAlt-J

Some-thing good, oh something

good, oh something good, Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now

Get high, hit the floor before you go Matador, es-tocada, you’re my blood sport But something good, oh

something good, oh something good Oh something good to-night will make me forget about you for now Forty-eight thou-

sand seats bleats And roars for my memories of you Now that I’m fully clean The matador is no more and is dragged from view

Get high, hit the floor before you go Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport Forty-eight thousand seats bleats And roars for my memories of you Now that I am clean The matador is no more and is dragged from viewBut something good, oh something good, oh something good Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for nowSomething good, oh something good, oh something good, Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now Get high, hit

the floor before you go Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sportBut something good, oh something good, oh something

good Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now Forty-eight thousand seats

bleats And roars for my memories of you Now that I’m

Something GoodAlt-J

Some-thing good, oh something

good, oh something good, Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now

Get high, hit the floor before you go Matador, es-tocada, you’re my blood sport But something good, oh

something good, oh something good Oh something good to-night will make me forget about you for now Forty-eight thou-sand seats bleats And roars for my memories of you Now that I’m fully clean The matador is no more and is dragged from viewGet high, hit the floor before you go Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport Forty-eight thousand seats bleats And roars for my memories of you Now that I am clean The matador is no more and is dragged from viewBut something good, oh something good, oh something good Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now

Something good, oh something good, oh something good, Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now Get high, hit

the floor before you go Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sportBut something good, oh something good, oh something

good Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now Forty-eight thousand seats

bleats And roars for my memories of you Now that I’m

Crisp Citrus + Beat Saladw/ pine nuts






The Suburbs, Mr. Little JeansSuggested Beat:

23

The SuburbsMr. Little Jeans

In the suburbs I I learned to

drive And you told me we’d never sur-vive Grab your mother’s keys we’re leavin’ You

always seemed so sure That one day we’d be fighting In a suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw

you standing on the opposite shore But by the time the first bombs fell We were already bored We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m movin’ past the feeling Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m movin’ past the feeling again Kids wanna be so hard

But in my dreams we’re still screamin’ and runnin’ through the yard And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall Meant nothin’ at all Meant nothin’ at all It meant nothin Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m movin’ past the feeling Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m movin’ past the feeling and into the night So can you understand? Why I want a daughter while I’m still young I wanna hold her hand

And show her some beauty Before all this damage is done But if it’s too much to ask, it’s too much to ask Then send

me a son Under the overpass In the parking lot we’re still waiting It’s already past So move

your feet from hot pavement and into the grass Cause

The SuburbsMr. Little Jeans

In the suburbs I I learned to

drive And you told me we’d never sur-vive Grab your mother’s keys we’re leavin’ You

always seemed so sure That one day we’d be fighting In a suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw

you standing on the opposite shore But by the time the first bombs fell We were already bored We were already, already bored Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m movin’ past the feeling Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m movin’ past the feeling again Kids wanna be so hardBut in my dreams we’re still screamin’ and runnin’ through the yard And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall Meant nothin’ at all Meant nothin’ at all It meant nothin Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m movin’ past the feeling Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m movin’

past the feeling and into the night So can you understand? Why I want a daughter while I’m still young I wanna hold her hand

And show her some beauty Before all this damage is done But if it’s too much to ask, it’s too much to ask Then send

me a son Under the overpass In the parking lot we’re still waiting It’s already past So move

your feet from hot pavement and into the grass Cause


playlists



Zesty

Que onda Guero, Beck

Amore (sexo), Santana ft. Macy Gray

Other

Other

Other


Mellow

Jewls and Gold, Angus + Julia Stone

Down the Burning Ropes, James Vincent McMorrow

Other

Other

Other


Cool

Something Good, Alt-J

The Suburbs, Mr. Little Jeans

Other

Other

Other



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