Kasha
In the English language, kasha is a term for the pseudocereal buckwheat. In Central and Eastern Europe, especially Russia and Poland, kasha is a dish made of any kind of grains boiled in water or milk, possibly with additives, i.e., a porridge.
The largest gross consumption per capita is in Russia, with 15 kg (33 lb) per year, and Ukraine, with 12 kg (26 lb) per year. The share of buckwheat in the total consumption of cereals in Russia is 20%.
This English-language usage probably originated with Jewish immigrants, as did the form קאַשי kashi (technically plural, literally translated as "porridges").
The word generally refers to roasted whole-grain buckwheat or buckwheat groats. However, in Slavic Europe, it refers to porridge in general and can be made from buckwheat or any cereal wheat, barley, oats, millet and rye. At least 1,000 years old, kasha is one of the oldest known dishes in Central European and Eastern European cuisine.
In Russian, buckwheat is referred to formally as гречиха (grechikha) and buckwheat grain and buckwheat groats as гречневая крупа (grechnevaya krupa). Informally buckwheat grain and buckwheat groats are called гречка (grechka), and the porridge made from buckwheat groats is known as гречневая каша (grechnevaya kasha). In Polish, buckwheat porridge is referred to as kasza gryczana. Annual (2013) per capita consumption of groats in Poland is approx. 1.56 kg (3.4 lb) per year (130 g (4.6 oz) a month).
Kasha (disambiguation)
Kasha is a foodstuff.
Kasha may also refer to:
See also
Kasha (Peru)
Kashan (Quechua kasha thorn or spine hispanicized spelling Gasha) is a mountain in the northern part of the Waywash mountain range in the Andes of Peru, about 4,800 metres (15,748 ft) high. It is located in the Ancash Region, Bolognesi Province, Pacllón District, and in the Huánuco Region, Lauricocha Province, Queropalca District. Kasha lies northwest of Mit'uqucha and north of Parya and Chinkana.
References
Podcasts:
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by Lupe Fiasco
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Kick Push
by: Lupe FiascoUh, what up ya'll?
Yeah, soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Woo, ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st &15
Gyeah, uh
And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grindin'
Ya know what I'm saying?
Legally and illegally
Ha ha
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
So, check it out, uh
First got it when he was six
Didn't know any tricks
Matter fact, first time he got on it he slipped
Landed on his hip and bust his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like thiss
Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit, it was somethin' in the air
Yeah, he said it was somethin' so appealing
He couldn't fight the feelin'
Somethin' about it
He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, since the first kickflip he land it
Uh, labeled a misfit, abandoned
Ca-kunk, ca-kunk, ca-kunk
His neighbors couldn't stand it, so
He was banished to the park
Started in the morning wouldn't stop till after dark
Yeah, when they said it's gettin late in here
?So I'm sorry young man there's no skating here"
And so we kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way he roll
Just a rebel to the world with no place to go
And so we kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh, and push, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, and coast
Uh, uh ,uh
My man got a lil older, became a better roller
Yeah, no helmet, hellbent on killin' himself
Is was what his momma said
But he was feelin' himself
Got a little more swagger in his style
Met his girlfriend, she was clappin' in the crowd
Love is what what was happening to him now, uh
He said, ?I would marry you
But I'm engaged to these aerials and varials?
?And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry two?
She said, ?Bow, I weigh 120 pounds, now
Lemme make one thing clear
I dont need to ride yours I got mine right here?
So she took him to a spot
He didn't know about
Somewhere in the apartment parking lot, she said
?I don't normally take dates in here?
Security came and said, "I'm sorry there's no skating here"
And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way they roll
Just lovers in the twine with no place to go
And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh uh, and push, yea yea, and coast
Yea uh, swanky, yea, yea
Before he knew he had a crew
That weren't no punk
In they Spitfire shirts and SB Dunks
They would push, till they couldn't skate no more
Office building, li-b's wasn't safe no more
And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more
Just the freedom was better than breathing they said
And they escape route, they used to escape out
When things got crazy they needed to break out
They'd head to any place with stairs
Any good grinds, the world was theirs, uh
And they four wheels would take them there
Till the cops came and said, "There's no skating here"
And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way they roll
Just rebels without a cause with no place to go
And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come roll with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh uh, and push, yea yea, and coast