Indoor picnic

July 26, 2008

I’ve been looking for good party foods because we’re heading to North Carolina in a few weeks, and we’ll be having a few celebrations of our recent nuptials while we’re there. And I want to be ready to showcase my mad healthy cooking skillz at a moment’s notice. You know how it is.

So here’s one that was pretty successful: pesto potato salad. I made pesto for the first time, and it was pretty hardcore because it was from my very own basil plant, which has been living in the kitchen window, baffling me. I’m not good with plants. My boss has been on vacation for the last two weeks, and one of my biggest fears was that her plants would die under my care. Luckily, they haven’t. And my basil hasn’t either! I was only able to harvest like a cup, so this was a very small batch of pesto, and for that reason, my processor couldn’t really handle it, so it didn’t unify as we’ll as I would’ve liked. Oh well, it tasted good.

There’s my serving. It’s just red potatoes, peppers, and pesto. I hate traditional potato salad, so this was a really nice alternative.

Though I could have eaten enough potatoes to make a meal, I decided to round things out, so I made my fave black bean burgers from Veganomicon:

I only ate half of the bun. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, but I’m just not that into food.

Oh, also tried parmesan squash chips, which didn’t turn out as well as I’d have liked, but were still pretty good:

I ate a few more than this, but they weren’t as presentable.

Sorry the light is extra weird in these, but we’re supposed to have storms and it’s all dark out.

And now, I’m going to avoid even looking at my to do list in favor of reading, since I’m not terribly interested in going outside.


For Marilyn

May 6, 2008

As an early Mother’s Day gift, I am posting tonight, even though dinner was boring. All because my mom asked me to. I think she worries.

I woke myself up sneezing again, and when I finally got back to sleep, I somehow missed my alarm. And the gym. And half of my morning routine. Then I felt weird and congested and gross all day. It was super.

Because I didn’t feel like cooking, we had black bean burgers. With cheese! And avocado! I also tried out my new bread which contains no high fructose corn syrup or hydrogenated oils. It was $4.69 for a loaf. And I thought my Fage habit was going to be a problem.

Here it is with some vegetables from a bag I found in the freezer:

I thought the monkey would cheer me up. It kind of did.

It’s 9 and, when you’re 97 like me, that means it’s bedtime. We might get severe storms tonight, so if my own sinus problems don’t wake me up, I’m sure that will. I might as well sleep while I can.

Let’s call this… Sunday night

May 4, 2008

I woke myself up sneezing at four different points during the night (I also tried to wake Matt by groaning loudly and stomping around to get tissues so that he could sympathize with my pain and comfort me, but it didn’t work), but I didn’t actually get out of bed until 10:30. As you can see, I am a highly motivated individual. Since then, I have: gone to the gym, gone to the storage unit for more fans, gone to three different grocery stores (I have special needs), caused a scene at the Starbucks in the first grocery store by having the gall to use a gift card, looked at magazines at Hastings and confirmed my suspicion that Martha Stewart is somehow behind them all, cooked dinner, eaten dinner, and watched several episodes of Seinfeld. Including that one with the valet who has such bad B.O. that nothing gets the stink out of the car. It gets me every time.

We had those Veganomicon black bean burgers again, with some spinach and roasted sweet potato chips.

You will notice that I have yet again violated the vegan sanctity of the black bean burgers by adding cheese.

I had every intention of cleaning tonight after dinner, but when I got home from the gym this afternoon and Matt had already cleaned the whole apartment. Because he is made of goodness and light. That is also why he is in the kitchen doing dishes while I am blogging and watching a horribly depressing show about the top ten kitchens in the United States. Every single one of them is at least twice as big as our entire apartment. Oh wait, now it’s a different show about some couple buying a house, but there’s a catch – they have to stay under $625,000 dollars. HOW WILL THEY DO IT???

This is why I never watch HGTV. Matt said I should watch the kitchen show, because it would give me something to aspire to. But really, what more could I want? A kitchen with a normal floor instead of remaindered carpet? More than three and a half square feet of counter space? A refrigerator that doesn’t stink?

Dare to dream.

I have several things to talk about

March 16, 2008

I’ll break them down for you:

Cinnamon Toast

As my mom (a loyal reader) can attest, cinnamon toast was my top choice for breakfast every day during my sophomore and junior years of high school. I burned myself out on it then, and I haven’t really had it since….

Until now.

Seriously, what was I thinking? It’s probably the greatest thing you can make in about 3 seconds. I’ve been using my mini bagels, and I learned last week that having 1/2 of one prepped cinnamon toast style is probably the greatest 5:00am pre-gym snack I’ve ever come up with.

Also, it’s an excellent choice for weekend lunches. Here it is, featured with a delightful pear (also w/ cinnamon – it’s an addiction).


Are you bored yet?


I did grocery shopping in four separate locations today, including: Target, Dillon’s, Eastside Market and People’s. I actually did pretty well at Target, sticking to my list and not getting really excited and buying superfluous cleaning supplies or makeup or other things I ultimately won’t use. But, I just have to ask – what’s with the Target “wear to work” line? I mean, what exactly is it that these people think we do for work? Are we all meant to be professional… teenagers? Or peasants or something? Though I do remember that girl on Project Runway Season 3 who was involved with Target in some way and she got eliminated relatively early on, I think, so maybe that explains it.


I have no idea why I’ve been avoiding hummus for all these years, but I think I must have had some kind of negative experience at some point. Anyway, I’ve had such good luck recently with trying foods I have always considered gross (pears, plain yogurt, mangoes, etc.), I decided to give it a shot.

It’s so good. I mean, really. I made a pita sandwich with it, and I threw in other things I love, just in case the hummus part didn’t work out. So here it is with a tiny yellow pepper, spinach and feta. Mmmm.


Also with it, I had this Fage, which I’m showing you to prove that I really do eat them sometimes.


Sorry for the weird flash/color issue. But, you know, at least it’s shiny.

Special Selection Sunday Dinner

Donna joined us for the NCAA tournament selection and bravely stayed to witness my preparation of a new recipe from the Veganomicon cookbook that I recently got from the library. Yes. We are vegans now.

Here’s the spread:


Salad (prepared by Donna, with baby spinach, grape tomatoes, colorful peppers, and some kind of delicious basil-y vinaigrette dressing), baked sweet potato fries (sliced perfectly by Matt) and Black Bean Burgers on square bagelbread. With swiss cheese. Ooops. We are not vegans anymore.

Oh, and apparently, swiss cheese is naturally lactose free. Do you understand that? Because I don’t.

This was my first attempt at homemade vegetarian burgers. I’ve always thought they would taste too much like dirt. Wrong! These are awesome. I think this will be my new go-to meat substitute (sorry Morningstar Farms meal starters). I can imagine a “ground” version being really good in chili and other similar things. Check out the Veganomicon if you can get a hold of it. There are about 200 other recipes in there that I’m excited to try.

I followed it up with my favorite thing about Easter:



Okay, this post, with its several different parts, took a lot out of me, and now I’m going to pretend to clean and then go to sleep.