<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779</id><updated>2011-12-06T11:31:46.111-05:00</updated><category term='vegan food'/><title type='text'>a stranger in the alps</title><subtitle type='html'>this is what happens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-2252801814879907287</id><published>2011-11-28T21:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:24:47.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the 24 days of christmas...and beer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;apparently, i need to go back through all of my posts and update my photos because blogger and google conspired to make returning to this blog a royal PITA. in the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though NYC hit a record high of 70° today, i've decided it's time to embark on a monthlong adventure of christmas movies. to make it a real adventure, i'm throwing beer into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight it's bad santa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hiseK5tP3XY/TQ_j1GPmNwI/AAAAAAAABFw/aZE30Y7uwxA/s1600/01-Bad-Santa-Horiz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hiseK5tP3XY/TQ_j1GPmNwI/AAAAAAAABFw/aZE30Y7uwxA/s320/01-Bad-Santa-Horiz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...and green flash brewing's imperial IPA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenflashbrew.com/images/small/aeZw8nz1794825924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.greenflashbrew.com/images/small/aeZw8nz1794825924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;now that i think about it, this is really not that interesting to read OR write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-2252801814879907287?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/2252801814879907287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=2252801814879907287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2252801814879907287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2252801814879907287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2011/11/24-days-of-christmasand-beer.html' title='the 24 days of christmas...and beer.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hiseK5tP3XY/TQ_j1GPmNwI/AAAAAAAABFw/aZE30Y7uwxA/s72-c/01-Bad-Santa-Horiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6443843458536582886</id><published>2010-11-28T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:10:14.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>regretsgiving: don't call it a mofo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;wow. i really failed at veganmofo...AGAIN. if i separately posted everything i cooked yesterday, i'd get myself up to 7 total entries. including this one, i'd be up to 8. i can think of a lot of excuses, but i'll blame my kitchen and schedule. i can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few years ago, some friends and i decided to gather just after thanksgiving to celebrate together. the holiday was dubbed "regretsgiving." it was a time for us to acknowledge our regrets from the previous eyar at as we, at the same time, created new regrets. generally, our collective regrets have been of the "i can't believe i ate the whole thing" variety. this year was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4088/5213902591_c1216ec5db.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4088/5213902591_c1216ec5db.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spread, clockwise from 12 o'clock: &lt;a href="http://forum.theppk.com/viewtopic.php?f=31&amp;amp;t=2044&amp;amp;hilit=thanksgiving+lasagna"&gt;thanksgiving lasagna&lt;/a&gt; (!), quinoa tabbouleh, vegan butterflake biscuits, mashed spuds &amp;amp; mushroom gravy, cranberry sauce, and roasted brussels sprouts. served with a glass of blackcurrant apple juice and an enthusiastic endorsement from mumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eppy's thanksgiving lasagna was recreated by him and paula and hugely successful. lasagna noodles layered with turkey seitan, sliced sweet potatoes, green beans, and mushroom gravy, all topped off with a truckload of stuffing. it sparked an after-dinner discussion of all the different holiday-themed lasagnas we could make. it was decided that the christmas lasagna should be a dessert-y one, so now i'm on the lookout for a chocolate noodle recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most regrettable thing about regretsgiving, typically, is that none of us regretted it at all, although we all ate more than was reasonable. too-full bellies were tempered by good company and a screening of the traditional regretsgiving film, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086373/"&gt;strange brew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6443843458536582886?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6443843458536582886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6443843458536582886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6443843458536582886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6443843458536582886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2010/11/regretsgiving-dont-call-it-mofo.html' title='regretsgiving: don&apos;t call it a mofo.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-853031572292669226</id><published>2010-11-13T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:43:57.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #4: gravy for breakfast.</title><content type='html'>isa's punk rock chickpea gravy is the move. i haven't had it in forever and i made a batch a couple of days ago. forethought really paid off for me this morning because i had a late friday night out and i needed some hearty food for breakfast. what's that you say, mashed potatoes and gravy are not typically breakfasty?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TN74fnQ97PI/AAAAAAAAARo/imC0Y_Js6lI/s1600/PRCPG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TN74fnQ97PI/AAAAAAAAARo/imC0Y_Js6lI/s320/PRCPG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter, because they are especially delicious and fortifying. i need more ways to incorporate gravy into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-853031572292669226?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/853031572292669226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=853031572292669226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/853031572292669226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/853031572292669226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2010/11/veganmofo-4-gravy-for-breakfast.html' title='veganmofo #4: gravy for breakfast.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TN74fnQ97PI/AAAAAAAAARo/imC0Y_Js6lI/s72-c/PRCPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5021860284222350358</id><published>2010-11-11T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:38:15.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #3: when in doubt, hash it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TNwgoymGINI/AAAAAAAAARk/P3Tl4qNfJo0/s1600/hash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TNwgoymGINI/AAAAAAAAARk/P3Tl4qNfJo0/s320/hash.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm enjoying a rare weekday off today, thanks to my father and countless other veterans, and i've earmarked a good portion of it for cooking and baking. and the requisite cleaning that comes along with it, not to mention a whole list of apartmental to-dos that fall to the wayside normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a kind-of late rise and a little kitchen pre-cleaning, i found myself with a bunch of ingredients in front of me and not a lot of direction or inclination to do anything super ambitious. potatoes and mushrooms that were hinting to me that they were not long for this world were definitely to be included. i just started chopping and before i knew it, i was on the path to hash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could bore you with a very wiki breakdown of what hash is, but it's probably what everyone assumes - potatoes and other junk (usually meat, but not always!) chopped up and cooked together. one can get all creative with it, but i was working with motivation today, not inspiration. i wanted to cook some food and be eating it relatively quickly, without a lot of thought or preciseness in the process. gold and red potatoes, cremini and shiitake mushrooms, onion, broccoli, and some oven-roasted grape tomatoes came together in a nice hash that truly fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of my motivation was to get myself out of the no-cooking funk that a minor sickness and stressful week have put me in and to get my mofo back. mission: accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5021860284222350358?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5021860284222350358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5021860284222350358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5021860284222350358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5021860284222350358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2010/11/veganmofo-3-when-in-doubt-hash-it.html' title='veganmofo #3: when in doubt, hash it.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TNwgoymGINI/AAAAAAAAARk/P3Tl4qNfJo0/s72-c/hash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4926728417760054130</id><published>2010-11-03T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:14:01.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #2: mushroom &amp; artichoke risotto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TNDgn_MXDPI/AAAAAAAAARg/8_PRGdA4A0w/s1600/mushroom+risotto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TNDgn_MXDPI/AAAAAAAAARg/8_PRGdA4A0w/s400/mushroom+risotto.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i pretty much guilted myself into making some food tonight so i could do a &lt;a href="http://veganmofo.wordpress.com/"&gt;veganmofo&lt;/a&gt; post. despite the fact that i have lesson plans to write, quizzes to grade, grad school to study for, and sleep to get, i decided on time- and energy-consuming risotto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months back, i had a lovely french couchsurfer named johann stay with me. he cooked me artichoke risotto, which apparently is the only thing he really knows how to cook, and it was amazing. it took a little coaxing and reassuring to convince him that it would be just fine if he made it vegan - and without wine, which he acted like was a sacrilege - but he admitted that the end result was the best risotto he'd ever made. i'm head-over-heels for mushrooms and i just picked up a few varieties this weekend, so i thought i'd make use of them in my inappropriately late dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used a tyler florence &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/tyler-florence/mushroom-risotto-recipe/index.html"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; mainly for fundamental amounts, since i've never made risotto before, veganizing and de-wining (only because i never have wine in my house, as i'm not a fan) it, and made do with what i had in the kitchen. so, green onions, creminis, shiitakes, added artichokes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i planned a lesson while the risotto was cooking and i ended up with a whole whack of food, which is fantastic because my meals have veered toward the sad side lately. i think my risotto is a little mushy (i guess i cooked it on heat that was too low?) but it's lovely and creamy and comforting. just the kind of thing i need after the day i've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm settling in to eat and get a little work done and furiously refresh &lt;a href="http://news.google.com/news/section?cf=all&amp;amp;topic=el&amp;amp;ned=us&amp;amp;ict=gsp"&gt;election 2010&lt;/a&gt; results. i have my fingers crossed for you, harry reid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. suck it, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=5&amp;amp;ved=0CCoQtwIwBA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DqYUvDjLPcwY&amp;amp;ei=mODQTPzMK4WKlwfa86iHDQ&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHMaZQH8kNYfDgLYB02tnTpaAO2TA"&gt;christine o'donnell&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4926728417760054130?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4926728417760054130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4926728417760054130' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4926728417760054130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4926728417760054130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2010/11/veganmofo-2-mushroom-artichoke-risotto.html' title='veganmofo #2: mushroom &amp; artichoke risotto!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TNDgn_MXDPI/AAAAAAAAARg/8_PRGdA4A0w/s72-c/mushroom+risotto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-9067465910975385853</id><published>2010-11-02T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:30:38.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #1: what a goddamn failure.</title><content type='html'>i had grand plans, i think, floating around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i got super tired and had a crummy yoga class and came home and was FAMISHED, so i threw some whole wheat bowties in a pot of boiling water and set to mixing up a bunch of junk to toss it with. having just recently made a fairway trip, i had a one-pound container of some artichokes (and garlic), sundried tomatoes (and garlic), and spicy olives (without garlic). i pulsed it a little bit and left it kind of chunky, then tossed the pasta with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might have been bitter from my shitty workday ending, but it tasted like &lt;i&gt;crap&lt;/i&gt;. i feel like i need to make up for it tonight, but first i've got to sleep on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-9067465910975385853?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/9067465910975385853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=9067465910975385853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/9067465910975385853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/9067465910975385853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2010/11/veganmofo-1-what-goddamn-failure.html' title='veganmofo #1: what a goddamn failure.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4394853966484942779</id><published>2010-08-19T11:56:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:32:24.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>denver: i went. i ate. i left, albeit begrudgingly.</title><content type='html'>denver is such an awesome city. i truly fell in love with it when i visited. and i feel like there is a real sense of historic pride in lots of denver merchants, which i found really endearing. lots of pictures and postcards of old denver and even (at &lt;a href="http://www.watercoursefoods.com/"&gt;watercourse&lt;/a&gt;) murals depicting colorado folk tales acted out by animals. i can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first restaurant i visited was &lt;a href="http://www.watercoursefoods.com/"&gt;watercourse foods&lt;/a&gt;, where i shared a meal with lots of lovely friends, new and old. isa, john &amp; i shared the blackened tofu caesar salad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1VLl8lqLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G6v07CcOa-M/s1600/denver63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1VLl8lqLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G6v07CcOa-M/s320/denver63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507151576997144754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i tucked into the fried artichoke hearts po'boy, with sides of steamed greens and onion rings that were otherworldly good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1VkhXQLSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ePXTrQiyMSk/s1600/denver70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1VkhXQLSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ePXTrQiyMSk/s320/denver70.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507152005263535394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, &lt;a href="http://www.sweetactionicecream.com"&gt;SWEET ACTION&lt;/a&gt;! the creamiest, best vegan ice cream i've ever had. they always have a couple of vegan flavors and i tried both - colorado peach and chocolate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1Wr_yLfWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1aq9xQN71MQ/s1600/denver76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1Wr_yLfWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1aq9xQN71MQ/s320/denver76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507153233200250210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attended a superfun wedding with tons of great vegan food and the next day went to watercourse's southwest counterpart, &lt;a href="http://www.cityocitydenver.com/"&gt;city, o' city&lt;/a&gt;. i had a few seitan wings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1WLWuh2tI/AAAAAAAAAP8/F3bKNh6Wm0Y/s1600/seitan+wingz-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1WLWuh2tI/AAAAAAAAAP8/F3bKNh6Wm0Y/s320/seitan+wingz-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507152672423271122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sherman, a great sandwich made with dry-rubbed bbq tofu, cole slaw, and pickle relish. also, perfectly salty and kind of greasy fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1ZbqJ1uSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PNgcLmj1sDM/s1600/the+sherman+%26+fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1ZbqJ1uSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PNgcLmj1sDM/s320/the+sherman+%26+fries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507156251050883362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wolfesbbq.samsbiz.com/"&gt;wolfe's barbeque&lt;/a&gt; is something of a denver institution, i gather, and although it's mostly meaty bbq, wolfe (who singlehandedly runs the place) also serves bbq tofu and vegetarian bbq beans. so i tried both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1Xb3OfGlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MiOc9uvldNI/s1600/denver146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1Xb3OfGlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MiOc9uvldNI/s320/denver146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507154055536777810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to watercourse for dinner. country-fried seitan, mashed potatoes, and mixed veg make for the perfect comfort food. i only wish the seitan had been fried in a pan, not a fryer. but who am i to complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1X11TzA1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fqh2iZFFt_I/s1600/denver166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1X11TzA1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fqh2iZFFt_I/s320/denver166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507154501698782034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, my last and most favorite food in all of denver (thus far) - the vegan bánh mì from the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-steamin-demon-denver"&gt;steamin' demon&lt;/a&gt;, watercourse/city, o' city's food cart. tempeh bacon, chipotle aioli, jalapeño, cucumber, sprouts, pickled daikon &amp; carrots, and cilantro = a recipe for satisfaction. i ate this right before driving out to the rockies, where my love for colorado was cemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1Ym5jTV-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/1tErDZrs3uM/s1600/denver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1Ym5jTV-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/1tErDZrs3uM/s320/denver4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507155344651147234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back, colorado. you can bank on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1ZDPTRUpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B5ldkMcNCIQ/s1600/denver11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1ZDPTRUpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B5ldkMcNCIQ/s320/denver11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507155831525823122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4394853966484942779?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4394853966484942779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4394853966484942779' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4394853966484942779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4394853966484942779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2010/08/denver-i-went-i-ate-i-left-albeit.html' title='denver: i went. i ate. i left, albeit begrudgingly.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/TG1VLl8lqLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G6v07CcOa-M/s72-c/denver63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4345959877096483970</id><published>2010-01-06T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:00:55.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan food'/><title type='text'>uglyfood.</title><content type='html'>i am convinced that the uglier food is the better it tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point: this quickly-throw-together mix of marinated artichokes, kalamata olives, shiitake &amp; maitake mushrooms, lemon, garlic &amp; red chili flakes over spaghetti. it was salty and slightly spicy and mouthwatery, plus a little tart and bright from the lemon, and it was just what i needed after a less-than-wonderful day at work. (turns out when i don't get enough sleep, i'm super cranky - and neither i nor my students really have a good time with that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/S0VACiglrUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5oNxyL--AyI/s1600-h/uglyfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/S0VACiglrUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5oNxyL--AyI/s320/uglyfood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423811738605038914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love pasta dishes where the prep time is no more than the time needed for the noodles to cook, like this one.&lt;br /&gt;and it still strikes me as really funny that i love to eat this kind of stuff, since i used to be so olive- and mushroom-phobic. i'm actually more likely to order EXTRA mushrooms when i'm eating out now instead of asking for them to be withheld. i sometimes think about the time i wasted not eating those briny and earthy treats, respectively, but i probably wouldn't have the appreciation for them i do now had i always been a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i came around, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4345959877096483970?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4345959877096483970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4345959877096483970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4345959877096483970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4345959877096483970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2010/01/uglyfood.html' title='uglyfood.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/S0VACiglrUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5oNxyL--AyI/s72-c/uglyfood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-9026027708644416692</id><published>2010-01-02T14:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:10:01.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>post-new year's day prosperity induction</title><content type='html'>so, i know you're supposed to eat beans &amp; greens on new year's day, but i was feeling all kinds of self-loathy and lame yesterday and could only muster up the energy to eat my leftover new year's eve burrito. (i rang in the new year at &lt;a href="http://harrysburritos.com/"&gt;harry's burritos&lt;/a&gt; after walking around central park in the snow and sleet, lamenting that i'd never been to &lt;a href="http://tavernonthegreen.com/"&gt;tavern on the green&lt;/a&gt;, which is now closed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, in addition to getting some errands run, i managed to cram in some spicy and garlicky kale and black-eyed peas. continuing the self-loathing bent, i unthinkingly skipped breakfast and then ended up eating this stuff so late that i missed the yoga class i was going to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, self-loathing: 2, self-loving: 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/Sz-ni9_KcSI/AAAAAAAAANw/77sVpm66Vug/s1600-h/beansandgreens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/Sz-ni9_KcSI/AAAAAAAAANw/77sVpm66Vug/s320/beansandgreens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422236695574245666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-9026027708644416692?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/9026027708644416692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=9026027708644416692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/9026027708644416692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/9026027708644416692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-new-years-day-prosperity-induction.html' title='post-new year&apos;s day prosperity induction'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/Sz-ni9_KcSI/AAAAAAAAANw/77sVpm66Vug/s72-c/beansandgreens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6672026707337684131</id><published>2009-09-08T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:04:51.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love this summer #4</title><content type='html'>CORN!&lt;br /&gt;corn is one of my favorite foodstuffs and i'll eat it prepared just about every way i can think of. lately, i've just been typewritering it off the cob, raw. when it's sweet corn, it's a super-delicious treat on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was my first day back at work after a long, lovely summer off and i thought it'd be a good idea to make up a batch of soup to take for lunches. so i resorted to my favorite standby: isa's corn chowder from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vegan with a vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. unfortunately, i only had purple carrots to use, so i wound up with this kind of maroonish dark mess. fortunately, this chowder is THE BOMB, so it doesn't matter what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3902567554_de0ce366b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3902567554_de0ce366b5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choosing to make corn chowder ranks as one of my better decisions today, right up there with taking a load of dirty underwear to the laundromat. and, you know, actually laundering it. now i can greet my kiddos for their first day of 10th grade nourished and not-too-skanky. i have work to do before bed still, so i might be a little cranky when i initially greet the kids, but i'm sure they're going to appreciate the fact that their teacher isn't rustling up dust clouds like pigpen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6672026707337684131?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6672026707337684131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6672026707337684131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6672026707337684131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6672026707337684131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-like-this-summer-4.html' title='things i love this summer #4'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3902567554_de0ce366b5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-2138493233626192759</id><published>2009-08-30T22:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:04:36.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love this summer #3</title><content type='html'>TESTING FOR ISA'S WEIGHT LOSSY COOKBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate and ate all kinds of junk this summer, so now that i'm back in NYC, it's time to start practicing some moderation. and what better way than by testing some of isa's delicious low-fat, low-calorie meals? hopefully the book will keep its testing title, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;appetite for reduction&lt;/span&gt;, because that kickass name, coupled with the awesome stuff to be found between the covers, is sure to make it a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most recently: cauliflower pesto soup&lt;br /&gt;comes together in two shakes of a sanctuary lamb's tail and tastes like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3872433049_5c53899214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3872433049_5c53899214.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that: vietnamese rice noodle salad with grilled tofu&lt;br /&gt;the #26 lan bowl comes home, on the skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/3840909824_1ed9ce0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/3840909824_1ed9ce0898.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book is going to be so great. thanks, eesie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-2138493233626192759?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/2138493233626192759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=2138493233626192759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2138493233626192759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2138493233626192759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-like-this-summer-3.html' title='things i love this summer #3'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3872433049_5c53899214_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5338217780232716853</id><published>2009-07-30T07:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:14:27.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love this summer #2</title><content type='html'>mostly-cold meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3772048274_523412291f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3772048274_523412291f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm feeling a general move toward less cooked food, even if this meal is not really evidence of that. and i know i'm not the only person averse to cooking in the hot summer months, so i'm not suggesting that this is some great revelation in eating. but i am SO into having meals that include cold foods. salads are the easiest way to achieve that goal, of course, and they have the added bonus of being super-convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my go-to meal for a few days. there was a box of ditalini that was nagging me to cook it and i finally gave in, turning it into some brooklyn deli macaroni salad. i'm not complaining that making the whole recipe meant that i ate the salad for lunch and dinner more than once in a week, but i realize it's probably not the best idea to be eating so much pasta. i feel like i get a pass, though, because i usually had it with one of &lt;a href="http://joannavaught.com/2008/03/everyone-loves-a-fat-sausage.html"&gt;joanna's beer brats&lt;/a&gt;, cooked in my recently-pilfered-from-my-mother convection steamer! oh, cuisinart, it is SO ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3766780118_1fe60e1b37_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3766780118_1fe60e1b37_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the perfect appliance for summer, for sure, because it saves me having to sweat over the stove. i hope it's a bit of a workhorse because i fully intend to crack the culinary whip year-round, using it to steam sausages, rice and grains, dried beans, and veggies! i found it two days ago and have used it twice already. it just might be single-handedly responsible for getting me back in the kitchen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5338217780232716853?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5338217780232716853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5338217780232716853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5338217780232716853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5338217780232716853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-love-this-summer-2.html' title='things i love this summer #2'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3772048274_523412291f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8320459951613875245</id><published>2009-07-28T15:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:54:47.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love this summer #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3766007735_06a0373644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3766007735_06a0373644.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all about cold drinks, even when it's not a million degrees in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;during the summertime in south florida, however, it IS a million degrees in the shade, so i am even more emphatically about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only place i'd found near my mom's place in delray beach that even stocks soymilk is starbucks. and they've always used vanilla soymilk, which i have NEVER understood, but at least they used to use silk. now they've switched over to some new, i think proprietary brand, which is reason number 3847532 why starbucks is not the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i wandered into the &lt;a href="http://www.mycoffeedistrict.com/"&gt;coffee district&lt;/a&gt; on NE 2nd avenue and found what i'd been missing. the folks that work there are super nice and when i ordered my soy iced mocha, the barista asked if i wanted vanilla or plain soymilk. i'm not going to lie, i might have shed a tear of gratitude into my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one complaint is that they give you a cup wrapper for cold drinks. wtf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8320459951613875245?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8320459951613875245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8320459951613875245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8320459951613875245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8320459951613875245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-love-this-summer-1.html' title='things i love this summer #1'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3766007735_06a0373644_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3392177933391446703</id><published>2009-03-02T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:51:24.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS BE TO THE NYCDOE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artisticpoint.net/cutenews/data/upimages/SnowDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://artisticpoint.net/cutenews/data/upimages/SnowDay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(image &lt;a href="http://artisticpoint.net/"&gt;borrowed&lt;/a&gt; without consent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-3392177933391446703?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/3392177933391446703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=3392177933391446703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3392177933391446703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3392177933391446703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-be-to-nycdoe.html' title='THANKS BE TO THE NYCDOE!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-816691350413771569</id><published>2009-03-01T14:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:34:31.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow? so, soup!</title><content type='html'>i was wandering around the whole foods on houston last weekend with &lt;a href="http://semicircularvegan.wordpress.com/"&gt;paula&lt;/a&gt; when i ran across some chickpea miso. i've heard of but never had it and i picked up a jar, mainly due to the promise of a soup recipe printed on the label. i got around to making it today, hoping to stave off dreadful sunday feelings and eager to keep things moving in the right direction around here. snowy weather is trying to trap me in a wintry mood, but i'm fighting it tooth and nail. it's march 1st and spring is around the corner, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother nature can stick her snow where the sun don't shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be overstated how simple this soup is to prepare. it takes all of 15 minutes, prep time included, and the end product so lovely it would easily be worth twice the effort.  i just had a small bowl, eaten with a hunk of fresh baguette. warmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SarplNsStUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o1y7V7k4tcs/s1600-h/chickpea+leek+soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SarplNsStUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o1y7V7k4tcs/s320/chickpea+leek+soup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308311936349418818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used &lt;a href="http://www.southrivermiso.com/store/p/4-Chickpea-Miso.html"&gt;south river chickpea miso&lt;/a&gt; and here's the recipe from their website, altered just a little. (the jar recipe doesn't suggest wakame, but i bet it would be a great addition! also, i used two leeks and three carrots because vegetable overload is how i roll...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chickpea Leek Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1 medium leek sliced&lt;br /&gt;    2 carrots sliced&lt;br /&gt;    1 cup cooked chickpeas&lt;br /&gt;    1 three-inch piece wakame (optional)&lt;br /&gt;    4 cups water&lt;br /&gt;    1-2 tablespoons Chick Pea Miso&lt;br /&gt;    Chopped parsley for garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash and cut vegetables. (Leeks need special attention when washing; slice lengthwise and rinse under cold running water.) With kitchen shears cut wakame and add to 4 cups water in 2-quart saucepan. Add carrots and bring to boil. After 10 minutes add leeks and chickpeas continue to boil for 3-4 minutes. In small bowl blend miso with small amount of liquid from pot. Reduce flame to low and add diluted miso; simmer 3-4 minutes. Garnish and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.southrivermiso.com/store/i/is.aspx?path=/images/CP.jpg&amp;lr=t&amp;bw=230&amp;w=230&amp;bh=230&amp;h=230"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.southrivermiso.com/store/i/is.aspx?path=/images/CP.jpg&amp;lr=t&amp;bw=230&amp;w=230&amp;bh=230&amp;h=230" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-816691350413771569?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/816691350413771569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=816691350413771569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/816691350413771569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/816691350413771569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-so-soup.html' title='snow? so, soup!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SarplNsStUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o1y7V7k4tcs/s72-c/chickpea+leek+soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-7855783055721637564</id><published>2008-11-12T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:03:34.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beer: it's what's for dinner.</title><content type='html'>i'm so in love with the beer brats i made yesterday, i worry all my meals might be centered around them. it's not unlikely, but i figure one day is too short a time for the honeymoon to be over, so i built a beerific dinner around them tonight. while drinking a beer (stone ruination IPA), i combined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, sautéed in some canola oil,&lt;br /&gt;3 beer brats, sliced thick and lightly browned with the onions,&lt;br /&gt;1 mess of potatoes, cubed, and&lt;br /&gt;half a small head of red cabbage, roughly chopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with a cup or so of water and a cup or more of beer, to get the steaming going. chucked a lid on the pan and tried to distract myself so i wasn't watching the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time later, i got up and found everything was cooked just so. i chucked in a few caraway seeds for good measure and let things sit off the heat while i opened another beer. (credit where credit is due: i loosely based this on the kielbasa/potato/cabbage combination my mom used to make, though she forewent the beer and caraway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i served it with a little bit of beer mustard for the brats and a beer for drinking. i thought briefly it might have been a six-pack kind of dinner, with 6 beer appearances, but now i'm only finding five. i can't be bothered to do the maths on a dinner like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the picture is crappy and purple-y from nighttime and red cabbage and a geometry book. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/3026534514_1e5049b016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 410px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/3026534514_1e5049b016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-7855783055721637564?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/7855783055721637564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=7855783055721637564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7855783055721637564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7855783055721637564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/11/beer-its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='beer: it&apos;s what&apos;s for dinner.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/3026534514_1e5049b016_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3252422142408679744</id><published>2008-11-11T20:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:06:57.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eat your veggies, brats!</title><content type='html'>i tested &lt;a href="http://yellowroserecipes.com/"&gt;joanna's&lt;/a&gt; beer brats tonight and they changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;steamed seitan sausages, pioneered by julie hasson, is so incredible. combine the great texture with joanna's knack for flavoring (and a palate that sees eye-to-eye with mine - never mind the nonsensical nature of that metaphor) and you wind up with logs of straight genius. i tried one tonight, grilled for a few minutes on the stovetop and slathered with brown mustard, and it was phenomenal. rumor has it they're even better when cooled and reheated. i can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hanging out with handsome &lt;a href="http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/05/william-rocks-hanbok.html"&gt;william&lt;/a&gt; a couple weeks ago and he was eating some mixed veg for dinner. i have to admit i snuck a few bites (taking veggies from babies?!) and realized i haven't been including enough produce in my diet. so i sliced and steamed some carrots and quick-cooked some peas + corn to serve with my seitan and dare i say they rivaled the star of the plate. i will never understand people who claim to not like vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final great thing about this dinner is that it will make my, indeed would make any, mother proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/3023929058_81fb7057b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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tonight. never mind that i was in the late stages of a migraine and i have (yes, have...not done yet) a class's worth of tests to grade and 2 tests to make for tomorrow, on top of about eleventy billion other nuisance tasks. oh, wait, those aren't nuisance tasks. those are my job duties. i think i'm going to pursue national board certification, so i guess it might be a good idea to tend to them. but i need energy to do these things! and food = energy! what the hell do you think a calorie is, anyway? ugh, someone needs to go back and review their notes from high school health class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, terry's gumbo is no frigging joke. it's smoky and packed with veggies and has a stick-to-your-ribbedness that can't be beat. temperatures here in NYC are hovering around the 50s &amp;amp; 60s, so it's the perfect time for a meal like this. i'm sure i'll be repeating it time and again between now and april. ugh, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of repeating, i cooked so late that it was way too dark to take a picture, so i'm just going to repost the gumbo shot i posted last year. (i feel kind of bad that i took 2 weeks off only to come back and rehash old dishes, but these are tried-and-true won't-let-you-downers. some things bear repeating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2164177809_5c452e0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2164177809_5c452e0226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6604700776280121278?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6604700776280121278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6604700776280121278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6604700776280121278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6604700776280121278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/veganmofo-5-girlcrush.html' title='veganmofo #5: girlcrush.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2164177809_5c452e0226_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5984420334295864814</id><published>2008-10-20T17:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:49:41.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #4: blugh.</title><content type='html'>i have been so uninspired to even cook anything for a couple weeks, likely due to a low-level cold or flu that i've been more or less successfully fighting off for the past two weeks. i'm tired as all get-out, but at least the only symptoms i've succumbed to thus far are a wee cough around bedtime, some minor stuffiness, and a couple of headaches. it's the being freaking EXHAUSTED that has been most prevalent, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, yesterday i had a rare day of productivity. not only did i get up and do laundry and clean my kitchen before 11am, i also managed to go food shopping for critical ingredients to three of my favorite dishes from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Veganomicon-Ultimate-Isa-Chandra-Moskowitz/dp/156924264X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1224567807&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;veganomicon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. as it turned out, i only had energy to make two of them yesterday, but the third is on deck for sometime in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terry's caesar salad is my most favorite way to eat raw greens EVER. the dressing is so simple it practically makes itself and when combined with some romaine lettuce and croutons, it makes for a salad that i not only want to eat but find myself craving. who'd have thunk it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since autumn decided to make itself known this weekend, i figured it was time for one of my favorite fall dishes - pumpkin ziti with caramelized onions and sage breadcrumbs. (i don't know if that's the correct name, but i'm barely keeping my eyes open at this point, so it'll have to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've been so lax about updating my mofo, i wanted to make sure to record my recent productivity. i'm not such a deadbeat flight-of-fancier, after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realized that i made both of these dishes during last year's mofo.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say, like leek &amp;amp; bean cassoulet and gumbo, &lt;a href="http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-7-redemption.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-2-farmers-market-bounty.html"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; dishes make me think of jumping in fluffy piles of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; leaves and wrapping a scarf 'round my head to run out to get a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5984420334295864814?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5984420334295864814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5984420334295864814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5984420334295864814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5984420334295864814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/blugh.html' title='veganmofo #4: blugh.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8447219565844710015</id><published>2008-10-03T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:00:30.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #3: veganmofa</title><content type='html'>okay, so far not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started out the month on a high note, with that ice cream. but i've been really tired and uninspired the last couple of days, so not much cooking is going on. so i'm dedicating this veganmofo post to two awesome non-food items i've recently acquired. this is my Vegan Month of Fashion post. (ignore that only half of it's fashion-related.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. down alternative comforter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2911329184_9003ea3f18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2911329184_9003ea3f18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've wanted to get one of these for a few years - at least since i moved back to the northeast. i finally broke down and snagged one from &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/"&gt;overstock.com&lt;/a&gt; and, MAN, am i happy i did. (note: dog also thrilled.) it's giving me all the weight and warmth of a down comforter with none of the bad karma hauntings that come with snuggling under a coat of feathers that were never intended for me. i'm stupid for having waited so long to get one. (for other reasons, surely, but this one is at my mind's forefront.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. faux leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2910482825_ccc0698dbf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2910482825_ccc0698dbf_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, been wanting this forevers. i keep my dad's old leather bomber jacket, but it's both beat up and sad, so i don't wear it very often. but i really love the look of a plain leather-like jacket. i found this one at &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/index.jsp"&gt;urban outfitters online&lt;/a&gt; (go ahead, judge me) and took a chance. it really could have gone either way: totally sucky or freaking awesome. lucky for me, it was the latter. this jacket makes me feel hot. and not because i'm wearing it while snuggled under my new comforter, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8447219565844710015?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8447219565844710015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8447219565844710015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8447219565844710015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8447219565844710015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/veganmofo-3-veganmofa.html' title='veganmofo #3: veganmofa'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2911329184_9003ea3f18_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-775305432621178863</id><published>2008-10-02T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:31:00.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #2: my vegan achilles heel.</title><content type='html'>i'm sure i've gone years without eating a single marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;now that sweet &amp; sara's are readily available, though, i'm helpless against my cravings for sweet little puffy pillows. so hooked am i that it seems perfectly reasonable that i had a marshmallow for breakfast today, then finished off what was left of the tiny $7 package of vanillas i bought only 24 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;washed down with a beer.&lt;br /&gt;for...dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i the energy or inclination, i might strive to supplement the day's meals with foods that fall outside the realm of dessert ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;had i another package of marshmallows, however, i'd be fast on my way to a killer stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://store.nexternal.com/vegane/images/SweetsSaraMarshmallowFinalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="https://store.nexternal.com/vegane/images/SweetsSaraMarshmallowFinalX.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just because regular marshmallows aren't vegan that these things have become so prized?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-775305432621178863?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/775305432621178863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=775305432621178863' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/775305432621178863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/775305432621178863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/veganmofo-2-my-vegan-achilles-heel.html' title='veganmofo #2: my vegan achilles heel.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-7504503076288195717</id><published>2008-10-01T12:01:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:48:07.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #1: chocomint cookie ice cream.</title><content type='html'>i don't know that there's anything i can or need to say about this ice cream, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to first thank &lt;a href="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=45503"&gt;pandacookie&lt;/a&gt;, whose suggestion of using vitasoy peppermint chocolate soymilk to make ice cream during warm weather months has haunted me since january. i never got around to making it during the summer, but it hit the spot on this beautifully sunny first of october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://semicircularvegan.wordpress.com/"&gt;paula&lt;/a&gt; provided not only inspiration (it was one or both of us who decided that the addition of candy cane joe-joes was essential) but also constant reminding that this simply HAD to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i don't know agnes but it was a recipe from her &lt;a href="http://veganicecream.blogspot.com/"&gt;vegan ice cream paradise&lt;/a&gt; that i used to whip this up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making ice cream without an electric ice cream maker was simple as can be, required very little kitchen time, and resulted one of the tastiest vegan ice creams i've ever had. it was a little crystal-y, only because i had to leave to meet friends for dinner instead of staying home, dutifully blending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been a little on the fence about winter's impending arrival, but this little enterprise helped me turn a corner today and i'm now looking forward to all the season brings. i love cooking in the colder months and really want to up my culinary ante. i hope that this month's challenge will get me geared up and inspired to be more creative and daring in the kitchen, even as i continue to learn about cooking's fundamentals.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see what other veganmofos have in store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2906383044_03fc0fe18f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2906383044_03fc0fe18f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(recipe heavily adapted from &lt;a href="http://veganicecream.blogspot.com/2006/08/cookies-and-cream.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;3 c vitasoy chocolate peppermint soymilk&lt;br /&gt;2 T arrowroot powder&lt;br /&gt;1 c crushed candy cane joe-joes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set soymilk to boil, reserving a bit to mix with the arrowroot. (agnes says 1/4 cup. i didn't bother measuring...)&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly mix the reserved soymilk and arrowroot.&lt;br /&gt;when the soymilk comes to a boil, remove it from the heat and add the arrowroot slurry. it should start to thicken a little, noticeable by the way it coats a spoon. (it won't get thick, though. just thicker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i don't have an ice cream maker, here's the freezing method i used:&lt;br /&gt;after your soymilk &amp; arrowroot are mixed, pour the mixture into an 8x8 pyrex dish. (i'd put mine in the freezer a little earlier, so it was already frosty.) place the dish in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;every half hour or so, remove the mixture and mix it up to prevent it from freezing solid. i used a fork and an immersion blender, but i guess you can also run it through a food processor or just fork it.&lt;br /&gt;when the ice cream is starting to set sufficiently, after a couple of hours, mix in the crushed cookies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-7504503076288195717?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/7504503076288195717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=7504503076288195717' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7504503076288195717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7504503076288195717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/veganmofo-1-chocomint-cookie-ice-cream.html' title='veganmofo #1: chocomint cookie ice cream.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2906383044_03fc0fe18f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6280066458533367563</id><published>2008-09-22T22:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:41:39.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lipstick-wearers for mccain/palin?</title><content type='html'>i know this is kind of beside the point of this blog, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised the masters of &lt;a href="http://alchemistsapprentice.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; i would pass on info about their ridiculous and infuriating policy of donating $1 to the mccain/palin campaign for every one of &lt;a href="http://www.alchemistsapprentice.com/Glossy-Lipstick-Power-Pink-16-grams-Alchemy-of-Colour-Nouriche-Lipstick-P27442C3930.aspx"&gt;these hideous lipsticks&lt;/a&gt; sold, so here is my passing on of said info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's small potatoes, but these people present themselves as environmentalists, yet intend to make donations to that campaign based on sales of "power pink" lipstick, which is apparently perfect for sarah palin while it also "celebrates the many faces of women as girlfriends, wives, mothers, entrepreneurs, corporate executives and even vice presidents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you should feel so inclined (as i did), please &lt;a href="http://www.alchemistsapprentice.com/contact.aspx"&gt;contact them&lt;/a&gt; and let them know how paradoxical it is that they purport to be concerned environmentalists yet are supporting candidates who are anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for reference, the league of conservation voters' most recent &lt;a href="http://capwiz.com/lcv_stage/bio/keyvotes/?id=192&amp;congress=1102&amp;lvl=C"&gt;scorecard&lt;/a&gt; gives john mccain a ZERO percent on environmental voting. couple that with palin's views that global warming is not the result of human activity, polar bears should be removed from the endangered species list, and her gung-ho attitude towards drilling in ANWR and there's pretty clear evidence that these two do not "offer a very balanced policy on the safety of our environment, both for now and for the changes that need to be made in the future," which harry maddox (i'm assuming the husband of pamela cronan-maddox, who runs the alchemist's apprentice website) said they had concluded after doing "a great deal of research."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to go on. it just really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading...and for writing to them, should you so choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6280066458533367563?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6280066458533367563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6280066458533367563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6280066458533367563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6280066458533367563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/09/lipstick-wearers-for-mccainpalin.html' title='lipstick-wearers for mccain/palin?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5574336563801881388</id><published>2008-09-09T20:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:24:07.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>about using cookbooks.</title><content type='html'>a reason to read the recipe fully and carefully before you start making food:&lt;br /&gt;if you don't, you will finish prepping everything before you realize it takes 75 minutes to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reason not to read the recipe fully and carefully before you start making food:&lt;br /&gt;you will not realize it takes 75 minutes to cook and therefore not be swayed away from making maple-mustard-glazed potatoes and string beans (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vegan-Vengeance-Delicious-Animal-Free-Recipes/dp/1569243581/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1221009078&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;VwaV&lt;/a&gt;). holy tuesday, batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy picture, but that's what happens when your dinner has to cook until ~9PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/2844736474_53115d14e9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/2844736474_53115d14e9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5574336563801881388?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5574336563801881388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5574336563801881388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5574336563801881388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5574336563801881388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-using-cookbooks.html' title='about using cookbooks.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-7433808009390147739</id><published>2008-08-19T11:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:11:59.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>using cookbooks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://donteatoffthesidewalk.com/"&gt;katie&lt;/a&gt; said &lt;a href="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=67845"&gt;we need to use our cookbooks more&lt;/a&gt; and i think that's a right-on idea. i've really only made select dishes from any of my cookbooks and i know there are some gems within that remain hidden to me. time to start digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recipes to try in the next couple weeks, all from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vegan-Vengeance-Delicious-Animal-Free-Recipes/dp/1569243581/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219159056&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;vegan with a vengeance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. baking powder biscuits and white bean gravy.&lt;br /&gt;2. potato-asparagus soup&lt;br /&gt;3. mango summer rolls&lt;br /&gt;4. tempeh-mango salad sammiches&lt;br /&gt;5. brooklyn pad thai&lt;br /&gt;6. strawberry-rhubarb-peach pie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do a few here, during my last week of vacation in florida, and a couple when i get back to NYC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-7433808009390147739?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/7433808009390147739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=7433808009390147739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7433808009390147739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7433808009390147739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/08/using-cookbooks.html' title='using cookbooks.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6663529388698278152</id><published>2008-08-07T14:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:21:06.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sublime.</title><content type='html'>i went with my friend larry to &lt;a href="http://www.sublimeveg.com/"&gt;sublime&lt;/a&gt; in ft. lauderdale a few weeks ago. i drove past a zillion times when i lived in south florida and every time i visited after i moved back to NYC, it was kind of unclear whether they were open or not. apparently there was some internal restructuring, but now they're open for business and came highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the restaurant interior is beautiful, really streamlined and structured to capitalize on the sun streaming through the two giant skylights. i felt like taking interior shots was a bit too much and i'm not inspired to be more descriptive, so you'll just have to make do with that lame synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the owner stopped by to say hi while we were sitting at the bar and also checked on us after dinner. she seemed really happy, like there was nowhere else she'd rather be. that's a pretty good sign, i think. the menu states that 100% of profits are donated to animal rights organizations. i don't know how the specifics of that works out, but right on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what we had to eat. we washed them down with yummy lychee martinis and mojitos. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;(note: happy hour, 5:30-7, M-F. two-for-one drinks at the bar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2715016211_fae9702863.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2715016211_fae9702863.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesto polenta amuse bouche.&lt;br /&gt;this was really good! honestly, probably my favorite of all the food. that may seem a little odd, seeing as it was just an amuse bouche, but it was really flavorful and the texture of the polenta was couscous-y and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2715832742_4bce5a3524.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2715832742_4bce5a3524.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sliders.&lt;br /&gt;these were okay, nothing special. the seitan had a good texture but i think maybe there was too much bun and/or not enough accompaniments. the special sauce was kind of bland and the cheese (it seems like they use follow your heart or something similar) was just kind of...there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2715836372_25bccc82e8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2715836372_25bccc82e8.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mac + cheeze.&lt;br /&gt;this smelled JUST LIKE traditional mac + cheese. it was tasty, if a little dry, and again the FYH-like-quality of the cheese was pretty evident. i would have liked it better had it been prepared with a little more bechamel. still, you can't really go wrong with mac + cheeze so i was happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2715842468_8687c4e16b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2715842468_8687c4e16b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piccata.&lt;br /&gt;this was my entree. i ordered it not only because i LOVE piccata, but also because i wanted to compare it to the stupendous seitan piccata at candle 79. the chickeny seitan was breaded and pan-fried and the sauce was good, but i could have used some more capers. (i'm crazy for capers, though, so that might just be my thing.) it was served with olive oil whipped potatoes, which were nice, and grilled fresh asparagus.&lt;br /&gt;i know candle's piccata is a hard act to follow and perhaps it's not fair to judge by comparison, but i couldn't help but do so. candle's version is, in my view, culinary perfection. sublime's piccata definitely doesn't disappoint, it's just not anything to write home about. but seriously, if you're writing home about piccata, maybe it's time to get out and see the sights or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2715839860_a2c2aa9937.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2715839860_a2c2aa9937.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sublime loaf.&lt;br /&gt;larry ordered this and i'm really glad he did. i've not experimented much with loafs, but i know they are a great way to incorporate protein and the combinations of ingredients are nearly limitless. i only had one bite, but it was yummy. served with wasabi red bliss mash (can't go wrong there) and more fresh asparagus. i'll definitely order this next time i visit sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in recent memory, i restrained myself and decided against ordering dessert. larry and i have vowed to go back for coconut creme cake and key lime pie sometime, but i experienced a rare moment of self-control that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad to see an all-vegan restaurant in south florida and, particularly, one that's "nice" but not TOO nice. we had appetizers, entrees, and drinks, and i'm pretty sure our bill was less than $100. i had four lychee martinis all night, though, so i can't be positive. sublime's atmosphere is casual, but the emphasis they place on the quality of their food preparation is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all things considered, i really enjoyed my visit. a couple things were great and everything was at least good. hopefully they'll be around for a long time and i can stop in whenever i'm in south florida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6663529388698278152?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6663529388698278152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6663529388698278152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6663529388698278152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6663529388698278152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/08/sublime.html' title='sublime.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-1242366413794366978</id><published>2008-08-06T22:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:31:52.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>arkymalarky.</title><content type='html'>i haven't read it, but &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tower_of_Hanoi"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; tells me that the eric frank russell short story &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now inhale&lt;/span&gt; refers to the tower of hanoi game as "arkymalarky." myself, i think tower of hanoi, or even tower of brahma or tower of benares, is a much more dignified name for this compelling little math game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the object is to move a set of graduated spherical solids from one position to another, usually indicated by pegs. there must be at least one empty peg on which to hold the spheres, a sphere may not be placed atop another with a smaller diameter, and the final tower must exactly mimic the starting configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/60/Tower_of_Hanoi_4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/60/Tower_of_Hanoi_4.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, there are algorithmic ways to approach the puzzle and it gets more challenging as the number of spheres increases. &lt;a href="http://www.mazeworks.com/hanoi/index.htm"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; a fun little virtual tower to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-1242366413794366978?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/1242366413794366978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=1242366413794366978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1242366413794366978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1242366413794366978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/08/arkymalarky.html' title='arkymalarky.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8852951710603388913</id><published>2008-07-31T11:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:52:47.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>peachy custardy cobblery crumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elizaveganpage.blogspot.com/"&gt;desdemona&lt;/a&gt; brought up the idea of making &lt;a href="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=65564"&gt;this kind of a dish&lt;/a&gt; and it turned into kind of a call for experimentation among myself + &lt;a href="http://hopesinks.wordpress.com/"&gt;jordanpattern&lt;/a&gt;. i have been feeling really stifled in the kitchen lately, like i've lost the ability to improvise, and this was just the thing i needed to get my cooking juices flowing again. it wasn't a complete success, but the part that wasn't successful didn't impact the rest of it and the rest of it was SLAMMIN'.&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaches:&lt;br /&gt;5 medium peaches, peeled and sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. demerara sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 t cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;custard (optional):&lt;br /&gt;4 T bird's custard powder&lt;br /&gt;3 T demerara sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 c. rice milk, plus a few T extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crumble topping:&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. AP flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. margarine, cold&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preheat oven to 350.&lt;br /&gt;combine the cinnamon and 1/3 c. sugar. layer the peaches in an 8x12 baking dish and sprinkle the cinnamon sugar mixture over them. bake for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while peaches are baking, prepare the custard. combine the custard powder and sugar in a bowl and mix well with a splash of milk.&lt;br /&gt;heat the rice milk to nearly boiling and pour into the custard/sugar paste. mix well and return to the pot, heating to the boil.&lt;br /&gt;here's where my problem came in: my custard never set. i'm not sure if it's because of the rice milk, if i might've accidently left out 1 T of powder, if i didn't heat it long enough. but it was thick over the heat and thinned out once it cooled a little. like, too thin. i'll keep experimenting with it, and it tasted fine once all done, but i think the custard part is totally optional because the peaches would be fine with just the crumble topping.&lt;br /&gt;pour the custard over the peaches, just to cover them. you might not need to use the entire 2 pints of custard.&lt;br /&gt;bake for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the peaches + custard are baking, prepare the crumble topping by mixing the flour and sugar and cutting in the cold margarine. mash with a fork, your fingers, whatever, until everything is well combined and crumbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increase oven temp to 400.&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle the topping over the peach/custard mixture and bake for an additional 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i let it cool down and topped it with a little soyatoo. oh, man.&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2715919366_62698f7601.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2715919366_62698f7601.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8852951710603388913?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8852951710603388913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8852951710603388913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8852951710603388913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8852951710603388913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/07/peachy-custardy-cobblery-crumble.html' title='peachy custardy cobblery crumble'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6600846228094127915</id><published>2008-07-04T18:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:30:31.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memphis IV.</title><content type='html'>i have been trialing a memphis-style barbecue sandwich, traditionally bbq pulled pork topped with cole slaw, for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 1:&lt;br /&gt;my first attempt utilized some morningstar farms beefesque strips, mainly out of laziness. it was a raging success, so i set out to properly recreate the sandwich without using super-processed frozen foods.&lt;br /&gt;i am down with cole slaw, but i am REALLY down with celeriac slaw. it is tangy and tasty and really elevates this sandwich. there's a really good vegan recipe out there on the interwebs but i'm not going to bother linking to it. just search for "celery remoulade" if you're hot for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2244893117_4a04296467.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2244893117_4a04296467.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tofu, is there anything you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; do?! i cut a block of frozen, pressed, tofu into sort-of strips and marinated them in a bunch of junk: liquid smoke, molasses, probably a whole host of other things i can't remember. easy, check. cheaper and better than frozen "meal starter" strips, check.&lt;br /&gt;but still, the feel of the sandwich was kind of...off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 3:&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i even bothered blogging round 3. i grated some seitan on a box grater and sautéed it in bbq sauce. it tasted grody.&lt;br /&gt;i think i also was famished when i undertook round 3 and tried to throw together my slaw too quickly, ignoring obvious missteps in procedure.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i tried to pick the slaw off the sandwich unsuccessfully before finally giving up, in disgust, and eating angel hair for dinner. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 4:&lt;br /&gt;my buddy &lt;a href="http://mikedesert.wordpress.com/"&gt;mike&lt;/a&gt; has been promising to send me canned jackfruit in brine for months, but he hasn't because he's real-jobless in san francisco. i mean, mopping jizz at &lt;a href="http://www.lustyladysf.com/"&gt;the lusty lady&lt;/a&gt; is a job, but it's not a good job-type job in an expensive city, so i haven't pressed him about it. PLUS, i have been promising to send him a bottle of brooklyn local one for months and have neglected to, despite the fact that i DO have a real job-type job and i live kinda close to a post office and work even closer to another post office. but, really, i've been BUSY! where am i going with this?&lt;br /&gt;oh, i managed to track down some jackfruit here in NYC, at &lt;a href="http://chartreusevelour.blogspot.com/2006/07/dowel-quality-products.html"&gt;dual specialty products&lt;/a&gt; (formerly dowel quality products), an AWESOME indian grocery that stocks massive amounts of essential cooking supplies. (also, where i got my first indian mango.) so finally, today, the 4th of july, after i had spent 3 hours "cleaning" my kitchen only to find myself halfway through a major restructuring and reorganization process, i simultaneously threw my towel and my hat into the ring and decided the time for bbq jackfruit had come.&lt;br /&gt;folks were making jackfruit carnitas like it was going out of style a few months back, with good results. i'm happy to report that my endeavor was typically successful.&lt;br /&gt;i soaked and rinsed the jackfruit to remove most of the brine they were canned in, then marinated them in bbq sauce for a bit. then i fried up two thick slices of vidalia onion (untraditional, but delicional) before sautéeing the jackfruit pieces in some more sauce, breaking them up with a fork as they cooked. threw together a small batch of celeriac slaw and here, my friends, is what i ended up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2636940797_9985f5ca53.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2636940797_9985f5ca53.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy, check. cheaper and better than frozen "meal starter" strips, check. better mouthfeel than tofu, check. just what the doctor ordered when you're gutting your apartment and reorganizing/cleaning everything because you're heading out of NYC for 7 weeks and it's the least you can do to leave a sparkling (all things relative) pad for your subletter, check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have one more trial round, utilizing the ever-popular soy curls. if i don't object to them, as is the case i've heard with a few people, i have a feeling they will be the winner. the jackfruit is pretty awesome, but i think i'd like something a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; bit sturdier for the memphis.&lt;br /&gt;ideally, i'll make it sometime next week and i can put this project to bed.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, however, i'm glad i decided to make this today because it's motherflipping july already and despite isa's nagging i haven't posted anything since may.&lt;br /&gt;didn't i say i'd been BUSY?!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6600846228094127915?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6600846228094127915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6600846228094127915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6600846228094127915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6600846228094127915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/07/memphis-iv.html' title='memphis IV.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4435101928065417131</id><published>2008-05-11T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:17:44.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>william rocks the hanbok.</title><content type='html'>at his birthday party yesterday, this handsome devil foretold his future.&lt;br /&gt;he is to be a great scholar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SCeTI21_xqI/AAAAAAAAADE/SnQxw2c83Ro/s1600-h/scholar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SCeTI21_xqI/AAAAAAAAADE/SnQxw2c83Ro/s320/scholar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199286075192755874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, a cake-smashing ladies man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4435101928065417131?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4435101928065417131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4435101928065417131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4435101928065417131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4435101928065417131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/05/william-rocks-hanbok.html' title='william rocks the hanbok.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SCeTI21_xqI/AAAAAAAAADE/SnQxw2c83Ro/s72-c/scholar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5127172133025690525</id><published>2008-05-09T20:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:39:19.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pressing.</title><content type='html'>i've recently (and temporarily) given up cooking (and cleaning), choosing instead to focus my energies on fretting (and agonizing). i haven't much felt like writing, either, for the past month or so - first because i was enjoying the springtime too much and then because the aforementioned fret &amp; agony kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old milo has developed cognitive dysfunction. i mean, he has dementia. since i haven't posted about it, i feel like it's had a really quick onset. poor thing. (me? or him? whatever.) it's a total roller coaster situation; he has his good days and his bad. thing is, his good days are still pretty bad but his bad days are not at all good. he was pacing like a lunatic initially. when that subsided a little, i worried that he was on his way out. he spent so much time sleeping and slept so soundly that i had to physically rouse him to go out. well, he's gone back to pacing a lot - which i find...encouraging?! - but now i'm losing sleep over the lack of "cold, wet" on his nose.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some drugs will help, but not for a month or so. and that's after they finally arrive, since i opted for $0.17-per-pill online ordering over $1-per-pill at the corner pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my no-cooking philosophy, which has seemed not so much a lifestyle choice as an admission of defeat, is really taking its toll. i feel like shit physically because i'm just not fueled properly. this is an unfortunate recurring cycle for me - i feel bad so i eat poorly so i feel bad, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ad infinitum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so this week i intend to snap out of my funk and start taking care to make myself feel better. lots of fresh fruit and veg and satisfying lunches packed for work every day. fortuitously, i did some testing for joanna's next yellow rose book prior to falling into the pit of nutritional despair, so i have lots of easy options to put in rotation. like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3-bean salad with warm cumin lime vinaigrette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2453363008_07cf9ec68a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2453363008_07cf9ec68a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cabbage salad with lemon dill dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2417842426_20fbe7d842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2417842426_20fbe7d842.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemon mint pasta with zucchini and petit pois&lt;/span&gt; (or peas, if you shop in washington heights.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2324503489_c858d0d56c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2324503489_c858d0d56c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst picture of the bunch but the biggest hit amongst all the YRR testers, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;southern-style "chick" salad&lt;/span&gt;. (with grapes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2355745544_fc608c3c28.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2355745544_fc608c3c28.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in final news, it's a babytastic week 'round these parts. tomorrow is my little love william's first birthday (his korean "dol!") and his future girlfriend kelly finally made her appearance this week, born may 6th at 6:40 a.m. i can't wait to meet her tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5127172133025690525?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5127172133025690525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5127172133025690525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5127172133025690525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5127172133025690525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/05/pressing.html' title='pressing.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2453363008_07cf9ec68a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-384752381854810984</id><published>2008-04-12T21:20:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:44:09.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the accidental eavesdropper.</title><content type='html'>one of the mixed blessings of my apartment is its location on the ground floor of the building.  i have a private entrance, a rarity in the city, so i can get the dogs in and out without being a nuisance to other tenants.  but although it's east-facing, i don't get a lot of sunlight, it being blocked by the buildings across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that spring is in the air and it's getting warmer outside, i've been opening my windows, four of which face the sidewalk.  so i get to hear a lot of conversation snippets as people walk by.  they're usually pretty trite, as i guess most conversation is, but sometimes i'll get lucky and hear something that makes me laugh.  and then there are the times when i feel like i'm hearing things i shouldn't, things that are meant only for the person to whom they're directed.  just now, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "i can say that."&lt;br /&gt;she: "no, you can't say that. you want to know why?"&lt;br /&gt;he: "why?"&lt;br /&gt;she: "because for three months, i cried every day. so, no, you can&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; say that i was happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt bad for overhearing, though to be fair these people weren't exactly keeping it down.&lt;br /&gt;but mostly i just felt bad for them.  bad for her, obviously, for having been so unhappy for such a long time.  and for him, too, because it must hurt to find out now that he was so wrong or so blind or so whatever that he just couldn't see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still time; hopefully another passerby will lighten the mood tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-384752381854810984?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/384752381854810984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=384752381854810984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/384752381854810984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/384752381854810984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/04/accidental-eavesdropper.html' title='the accidental eavesdropper.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6162005601973293203</id><published>2008-03-24T22:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:54:54.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nice pair.</title><content type='html'>it always makes me super happy when i'm out with the dogs and a passerby says something nice about them.  big dogs and pit bulls don't always elicit pleasantries, i've found, particular not in my neck of the woods; it's the rare stranger who recognizes and acknowledges their awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;while raja is stuck in seemingly perpetual puppyhood, milo continues to age (relatively) gracefully.  at almost 13 years old, he's as beautiful as ever and his gentle nature remains unchanged.  i have seen the advancing years take their effect on his body, though, and am ever conscious that he won't be with me forever.  though i'm pretty confident he'll see another birthday, i sometimes wonder whether he's experiencing his lasts.  and even though i don't expect him to leave me in the immediate future, it is really nice when a stranger passes along a compliment - about either of my boys, but particularly the oldest man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were out walking tonight, a woman passed us and said simply: "nice pair."&lt;br /&gt;i had to laugh because it sounded kind of inappropriate and perverse, but it really was such a sweet thing to say.  she was so right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2276/2287113187_55df3c69ec.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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(i do have to note, though, that i'm glad i didn't listen to all those people who said i'd have to "ride it out."  there's a lot to be said for the relief that can come from treating a flu's symptoms!)  as i have emerged from the sick fog, i've been giving a lot of mind-time to questions of where i am - at times, more literal than others - and also to where i am heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been living in my apartment in washington heights for nearly three years now and i think it was only june and july of 2005 when i truly felt happy here.  there are a whole host of reasons why that is, but it's the unfortunate reality, so i find myself considering a move with ever greater frequency.  the catch, of course, is that moving is an unreasonable prospect.  my rent is affordable, i'm 15 blocks from work, and my neighborhood is as quiet and pleasant as any i'm likely to find.  when i consider areas where i'd consider living, they're prohibitively expensive, distant, or both.  red hook, brooklyn was my most recent fling; it has high rent and crazy travel possibilities in spades!&lt;br /&gt;so rather than moving, i'm resigned to spending the next two years of my teaching contract in this apartment.  i'm not, however, resigned to being unhappy here, so i'm embarking on a big spring cleaning and decluttering, to be followed by painting and maybe some furniture upgrading.  if nothing else, hopefully my projects will keep me busy enough that i won't be dwelling on what could be.&lt;br /&gt;my state of where extends, naturally, beyond the walls of my apartment.  i'm just over halfway through my five-year commitment with Math for America and have thus far not had any great misgivings about accepting my newton fellowship.  i have found, however, that discontented naggings are coming more frequently and i'm (again) faced with the reality that new york is not my place.  although that's temporary, it still leaves me feeling kind of up in the air, as i'm not sure where my place is, if indeed i have one.&lt;br /&gt;changing one's geography is easy enough, though.  what really vexes me is that while i'm relatively happy and satisfied with my job - certainly much more fulfilled than i've ever been before - i'm not sure it's, well, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;.  but, then, i don't know that anything could be and am well aware that i may be chasing some ideal that will never materialize.  again, i've got a couple of years left on my contract.  i'm going to try to use that time wisely, exploring other options and interests and if i don't come up with something that's more "right" for me, i'll hopefully at least be upping my satisfaction level, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, well, these are all longer-term thoughts.  what really matters most now is that i'm returning to work tomorrow after a week off and i'm trying to keep my focus squarely on being healthy.  i ventured out to fairway yesterday to stock up on groceries because i just didn't eat much when i was sick and i don't feel up to eating anything too process-y.  got lots of fresh produce and some staples and i'm off to plan some meals for the week that are healthy and light.  the weather is warming up and there's a definite spring-like air about new york right now, which i think helped lift me out of the sick doldrums high enough that i could start to look to the future.&lt;br /&gt;i started the week off with the most perfect, sunshine-y breakfast i could think of: lemon soy yogurt, ezekiel sprouted grain cereal, and a bunch of fresh berries.  i honestly don't think there's any way you could improve on such a meal.  it's the kind of fuel i really need right now, nutritionally and otherwise.  i'm putting it in heavy rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2354472553_9f9e0a251b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2354472553_9f9e0a251b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5032890008015961251?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5032890008015961251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5032890008015961251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5032890008015961251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5032890008015961251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/03/over-weather.html' title='over the weather.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6346935051847235413</id><published>2008-02-25T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:25:15.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brunch bunch.</title><content type='html'>brunch is the most awesome hybrid meal and it's kind of anything-goes, so i'm really excited that isa is working on a vegan brunch cookbook, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the crack of noon&lt;/span&gt;.  (which, to be honest, is on the early side for me as far as brunch goes unless someone else is doing the cooking, but that it is a catchy title cannot be denied.)  i treated myself to a gigantic pre-oscars meal yesterday and finally got around to making a few of the recipes she's released for testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2289565802_9650ff6f8d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2289565802_9650ff6f8d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never made a frittata before, i guess because it never really spoke to me.  i didn't expect all that much from this swiss chard frittata recipe, but boy was i ever underselling it.  it's a really simple tofu-chard-seasonings mixture, but something happens during baking that elevates it beyond the simplicity of its ingredients.  it's hearty and healthy and a really satisfying dish for brunch or anytime, really.  i guess there's something to be said for feeling like a testing slacker because i probably wouldn't have made this if i didn't.  anyway, it's opened my eyes to the wonderful world of frittatas.  disillusionment can be a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2289565794_648235edef.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2289565794_648235edef.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potatoes + brunch = no-brainer.  they're easy to cook and hard to screw up.  perfect for hungover brunches, lazy brunches, buffet brunches...in fact, i feel like if you're calling something a "brunch," there better damn well be potatoes involved.  i made these paprika rosemary potatoes with hot hungarian paprika and they were a touch spicier than i'd have liked, but i think isa meant for them to be made with sweet paprika.  but, i mean, potatoes are forgiving and there are more brunch occasions that call for spiciness than not (see "hungover brunches"), so i think just reducing the seasoning would do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2289565788_17f512b6fe.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2289565788_17f512b6fe.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, a two-fer: herbed whole wheat drop biscuits with smoked almond gravy.  this was like a flavor explosion.  the biscuits are super-simple to make and tasty in their own right, but smothered in this gravy that's impossible to screw up and so fast to prepare it's practically done before you start, they took this meal to new heights.  even if isa doesn't include any variations on the biscuit recipe, i'm sure i'll tinker with it and come up with my own different versions because they're so delicious and easy they'd readily complement many meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my regular countdown to the weekend has taken on a heightened urgency thanks to this meal.  i can't wait to try out some of isa's other brunch foods.  only this time, i'll start cooking a little earlier so i eat before 3PM.  i guess it's good that i ate late yesterday, though, because it carried me through to a late-ish dinner of hot dogs and potato salad at the 1st Annual I Drink Your Milkshake Oscars Social.  slurp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scene-stealers.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/daniel_day_lewis3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.scene-stealers.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/daniel_day_lewis3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6346935051847235413?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6346935051847235413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6346935051847235413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6346935051847235413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6346935051847235413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/02/brunch-bunch.html' title='brunch bunch.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-2012183841211585358</id><published>2008-02-23T10:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:17:05.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>muffin challenge #3: raspberry muffins!</title><content type='html'>the muffin challenge has been on hiatus, but i know debya's going to bring a new combination today.  with raspberry still on the table, i thought it high time to get baking.&lt;br /&gt;i considered adding another flavor element - citrus, chocolate, cream cheese - but opted, instead, to do a straightforward raspberry muffin.  i adapted it pretty much straight from a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;real simple&lt;/span&gt; recipe i found, which lent itself nicely to veganization.  &lt;s&gt;i'll post a photo when i'm done baking.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/2287113189_836fdd82b2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/2287113189_836fdd82b2.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;raspberry muffins&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup + 2 tablespoons sugar &lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder &lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup canola oil&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup soymilk &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup soy yogurt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups fresh raspberries &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heat oven to 400 ° F and line a 12-cup muffin tin with paper liners.&lt;br /&gt;in a medium bowl, combine 1 3/4 cups of the flour, 1/2 cup of the sugar, the baking powder, and salt.  add the earth balance and combine.&lt;br /&gt;in a second bowl, whisk together the oil, soymilk, yogurt, and vanilla.  (i used peach yogurt because, well, it's what i had!)  gradually add the milk mixture to the flour mixture and stir until just combined.  the batter will be lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;toss the berries with the remaining flour in a bowl and gently fold the berry mixture into the batter.&lt;br /&gt;fill each muffin cup 3/4 full.  sprinkle the batter with the remaining sugar.&lt;br /&gt;bake for 17 to 20 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center of a muffin comes out clean.  transfer pan to a wire rack to cool for 10 minutes. serve warm.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-2012183841211585358?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/2012183841211585358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=2012183841211585358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2012183841211585358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2012183841211585358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/muffin-challenge-3-raspberry-muffins.html' title='muffin challenge #3: raspberry muffins!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-2715295942896656505</id><published>2008-02-05T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:58:57.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>taking back tennessee.</title><content type='html'>well, it's super tuesday and news has come in that hillary clinton took the majority of delegates in tennessee.  here in new york, i was really proud and quite moved to be able to cast my vote for barack obama, so i'm hoping her future gains are few and minor.  after visiting the local polling place, at the older adult's luncheon club down the street, i came home and reclaimed tennessee in obama's name by creating a newer, more wallet-friendly version of the &lt;a href="http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/12/memphis-style-forque-sandwich.html"&gt;memphis forque sandwich&lt;/a&gt; i made a couple of months ago.  well, truth be told, i wasn't so much trying to cast my vote with my dinner plate as i was seeking to quiet a nagging craving i've had for this meal.  it's one of the only things i long for on a regular basis and i've been wanting some bbq and celeriac slaw for a week or so and i finally had to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really pleased with this version, which replaced the meal starter strips i used before with some smoky marinated and sautéed bbq tofu.  it was way cheaper and easily as good.  i'm sure it'll be amazing when i finally get around to preparing it with seitan, but i'm also keen to make a jackfruit carnitas version.&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what the bbq component is, it's the tangy sauce and creamy, dijon-y celeriac slaw that take this sandwich to nosebleed heights.  it's so nourishing and delicious with a side of simple potato salad.  i'll never take it out of rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2244893117_5601289b27_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2244893117_5601289b27_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-2715295942896656505?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/2715295942896656505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=2715295942896656505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2715295942896656505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2715295942896656505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/02/taking-back-tennessee.html' title='taking back tennessee.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-7528415515035479379</id><published>2008-01-29T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:06:43.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beans 'n greens soup.</title><content type='html'>i should have been grading algebra tests tonight but after my nap i was hungry for some beans &amp; greens soup, so i threw together this little number.  it's tastes a lot like it looks: green.&lt;br /&gt;i used less vegetable stock than i would have normally, but i just made a fresh batch the other day and most of it is frozen.  i didn't feel like defrosting, so i just used what was in the fridge.  this soup is pretty light but so chockfull of stuff that it's got some stewy character.  whatever, there's a soup-stew continuum and this is somewhere in the middle.  (here, i will admit that i thought i invented the "stoup" concept, only to find that rachael ray, that beast in the kitchen, had already coined the term.  so now i'm kind of reëvaluating my life's work and worldview.  seriously, those tests will NEVER get graded.)&lt;br /&gt;ate it with some olive oil &amp; garlic ciabatta from trader joe's.  would have been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; with a delicious, crusty italian bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2226/2227178057_1d61a860ed.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2226/2227178057_1d61a860ed.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;spinach, leek &amp; navy bean stoup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t dried basil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;1 t ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;1-2 T olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 stalk celery, halved &amp; thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;bulbs of 4 leeks, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves garlic, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;32 oz. vegetable stock&lt;br /&gt;~2 cups navy beans (i didn't measure, but it was a few handfuls of cooked beans)&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. frozen chopped spinach, defrosted&lt;br /&gt;salt, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toast basil, oregano &amp; cumin in stock pot over medium heat for 1-2 minutes, until fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;add olive oil and heat for a minute or so, then sauté celery for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;toss in leeks and sauté until softened, about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;add garlic to stock pot and sauté for an additional minute, being careful not to let garlic brown.&lt;br /&gt;pour in vegetable stock, stir in beans, and bring to a boil.  reduce heat and simmer for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;add thawed, drained spinach.  cook for 5-7 more minutes, then remove from heat.&lt;br /&gt;add salt to taste.  (when i make vegetable stock, i don't add much salt, so i end up having to add more than you would if you used commercial stock or stock powder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate it right away, but i'm pretty confident it's going to taste so much better tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-7528415515035479379?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/7528415515035479379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=7528415515035479379' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7528415515035479379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7528415515035479379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/stoup.html' title='beans &apos;n greens soup.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-2175273972309085430</id><published>2008-01-27T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:04:46.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>muffin challenge #2: spiced cranberry apple</title><content type='html'>i flaked on the debya-calcy muffin challenge last weekend, despite the fact that i had three days to get it done.  so this weekend, i knew i had some making up to do.  come saturday afternoon, i hadn't gotten word from deb of any new muffin outings, so i thought i was off the hook.  alas, she came through around 8:30.  though i was out, i came home realllly late to find that i was not one but TWO muffins behind.  so this is actually the recipe that was due last week and i'll be attacking my newest challenge in the next day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these spicy cranberry apple muffins came out really well balanced, despite a host of SNAFUs i either encountered or caused during the first production run.  i made some straight-up stupid mistakes (like, you know, not following preparation directions and creaming the sugar &amp; earth balance, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;.) but they came out really good despite that.  i've heard or read about so many people who have major baking issues and it always leaves me thinking that baking is some crazy exact science and if you stumble even the slightest bit you will end up with inedible compost on your counter.  not so!  i had to improvise with ingredients a little and tweak the batter to correct my mistakes, but i still ended up with a delicious wintertime muffin.  i tried one when it was still warm from the oven, and it was good, but i found they're actually better after they've cooled and the flavors have time to develop a little bit.  i just ate another half-muffin and it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;next time i'll include a streusel top because that would have put these muffins on the express train to awesometown.  but as they are, made with half whole wheat flour, they have kind of a healthier feel, so a topping might detract from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now undefeated in my muffin challenge, but i'm afraid my judge will consider penalizing me if i continue to be late on delivery.  my confidence bolstered, i'm ready to get a handful of raspberries and get to work on debya's next find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2300/2223695343_10450d5d68_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2300/2223695343_10450d5d68_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(recipe veganized and adapted from somewhere on the internet, don't know where just now, but i changed it up a fair amount so i'm okay with taking the credit.  or blame.  as you see fit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;spiced cranberry apple muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup earth balance margarine&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup applesauce&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoons vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped apples&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped cranberries&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;preheat oven to 375 degrees and line a 12-cup muffin pan.&lt;br /&gt;in a medium bowl, mix together the flour, baking powder &amp; soda, and salt.&lt;br /&gt;in a large bowl, cream together earth balance, sugar, and applesauce.  add vanilla and stir in apples.&lt;br /&gt;gradually blend the flour mixture into the creamed ingredients.  (if your batter is really thick, add a splash of soymilk!)&lt;br /&gt;bake ~30 minutes or until they pass the toothpick test.&lt;br /&gt;remove from muffin pan and cool on tray.&lt;br /&gt;makes 12.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-2175273972309085430?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/2175273972309085430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=2175273972309085430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2175273972309085430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2175273972309085430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/muffin-challenge-2-spiced-cranberry.html' title='muffin challenge #2: spiced cranberry apple'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8777528295485967140</id><published>2008-01-24T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T01:16:56.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ways of the weary.</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure if it's the midwintry blues settling down on me, if i'm feeling stressed about job-related stuff, or what, but i have been avoiding just about everything i have going on in my life and also feeling constantly exhausted.  my sleeping is erratic and insufficient and that's adding to my general crankiness.  it just seems like everything is slipping into disarray and i'm not up to fighting the entropy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what i need to do.  first things first, take control of the sleeping issue.  when i get good, regular sleep, everything else seems to fall into place.  until i do that, i'll just move through my days zombie-like, getting little to nothing done and slipping further under the surface of my responsibilities.  i'm applying to (yet another) graduate program for the fall and am going to take a class this semester, so this rein-grabbing is ever important right now.  plus, i'm really annoyed at being so crabby all the time.  it's not good for me, it's not good for my dogs, it's not good for my kids or friends or coworkers.  so my goal for tomorrow is to rectify the sleep issue: no nap, to bed at a decent hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a side effect of all this is that my cooking and eating have been pretty minimal, as far as effort goes.  at the end of the long weekend that just passed, i managed to throw together some yummy pesto and oven-roast some grape tomatoes, at least.  but one of the things about living alone and making a big portion of food is that if you don't freeze or share it, it tends to be what you eat for every meal for days on end.  i've been in meetings the past two days, so lunch was provided for me, but my dinners have been the same: corkscrew pasta with pesto &amp; tomatoes.  and it looks like that's going to be lunch for the next two days, also.  i am thankful, at least, that pasta is up there with potatoes in my food hall of fame and that i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; pesto, but really - i'm already kind of tired of it.  another thing i'm tired of is my shitty camera and the lack of natural lighting in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2083/2215438309_e30a53763c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2083/2215438309_e30a53763c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have REALLY wanted is &lt;a href="http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-18-cassoulet.html"&gt;cassoulet&lt;/a&gt;, but it's a little labor-intensive and i've preferred to lie on my bed and listen to mike watt than slave away in the kitchen.  the week's almost over, so that might be a weekend cooking endeavor, but i also have to consider that i'm behind on the muffin challenge debya proposed (spicy cranberry apple?  something like that) and if i know anything about deb, it's this: come the weekend, she's going to seek out a new vegan muffin variety.  and i'll be tasked with producing a recipe for it.  so tomorrow: muffins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8777528295485967140?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8777528295485967140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8777528295485967140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8777528295485967140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8777528295485967140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/ways-of-weary.html' title='ways of the weary.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4732833534464484373</id><published>2008-01-13T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:01:47.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cardamom vanilla pear muffins</title><content type='html'>debya got me all worked up at the notion of vanilla pear muffins this morning and i couldn't get them off my mind.  she flatly refused to bring one up to me (so WHAT if it would have taken her an hour and a half to get here?!) and wishing for them to magically appear didn't work.  or didn't work fast enough, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so i realized i'd have to take action.  not really up for traveling to the coffee shop where she found them, &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/heights-coffee-lounge-brooklyn"&gt;heights coffee lounge&lt;/a&gt; in brooklyn, i figured the only way to sate my craving was to make them my damn self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started with a pretty basic pear muffin recipe from recipesource and then veganized and tweaked the ingredients a little bit, adding the vanilla and cardamom.  they came out really good, but fell &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; short of perfect.  i might consider reducing the cardamom next time, but i'm not sure.  it spices them up nicely, but overwhelms the pear and vanilla a little bit, i think.  i'll probably also reduce the liquid a touch.  my pear was pretty juicy and the muffins ended up a little more moist than i would have preferred.  they were pretty cakey, but i'd have liked them a little more toward the scone end of the spectrum.  regardless, they were kind of awesome and totally scratched the itch that debya started when she brought it to my attention that such a delicacy as vanilla pear muffins could exist.&lt;br /&gt;added bonus: i now have breakfast sorted for the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l170/calcuhater/cardamomvanillapearmuffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l170/calcuhater/cardamomvanillapearmuffins.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l170/calcuhater/muffinmoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px;" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l170/calcuhater/muffinmoney.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cardamom vanilla pear muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups unbleached, all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup soymilk&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup applesauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup vegan margarine, melted &amp; cooled&lt;br /&gt;1 medium pear, shredded (1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon freshly ground cardamom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preheat oven to 425F.&lt;br /&gt;sift together flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. &lt;br /&gt;incorporate shredded pear into flour mixture, tossing to combine.&lt;br /&gt;mix together soymilk, applesauce, and margarine.  add vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;gently stir liquid ingredients into dry ingredients.  don’t overmix!&lt;br /&gt;spray muffin pan with nonstick spray or line with muffin liners.  fill cups 2/3-3/4 full.  bake at 425F for 20 to 25 minutes, until tops are browned.  remove from muffin pan immediately and serve warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4732833534464484373?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4732833534464484373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4732833534464484373' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4732833534464484373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4732833534464484373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/cardamom-vanilla-pear-muffins.html' title='cardamom vanilla pear muffins'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4066539723717944347</id><published>2008-01-08T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:03:17.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>besame, béchamel.</title><content type='html'>i don't know if i'm trying to make up for my slackitude or something, but i'm all about cooking stuff i should have made long ago.  not because i've missed out, but because that's kind of what recipe testers are supposed to do.  as soon as i figure out what it is i should plead to excuse myself, i'm going to draft some affidavits and try to clear my good name.  truth be told, i think i'm just more interested in food now than i've been for some time - a fact my waistline can attest to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i was relishing my early evening - home from work, dogs walked, shoes off, all right with the world - when the regular what's-for-dinner quandary hit.  i'd never really been interested in making this béchamel before, but i knew i had some fresh shiitake and cremini mushrooms in the crisper and, well, it just seemed like the right thing to have for dinner.  i hesitated for a bit, since last night's meal was pasta heavy, but i was already craving some delicious grilled mushrooms, so there really wasn't any turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2179448250_d630b6fc26_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2179448250_d630b6fc26_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the béchamel cooked up really easily and i was able to keep an eye on the funguses while i was making it.  though i love my chambers range, i was really wishing i had a fourth burner to get the spaghetti going toward the end, but i guess a commitment style comes with a price.  no matter, it all came together perfectly in the end.  the sauce was really good and i have the feeling it's going to creep up on me, so that eventually i'll wake up in a cold sweat and feel compelled to whip up a batch.  also, it's official: i am a mushroom lover.  i think what turned me off about mushrooms when i was younger was the kind of brown-grey appearance of the canned variety.  i can't remember ever seeing fresh mushrooms on anyone's plate before i was an adult.  oh, well, better late than never, or so they say.  i'm psyched that i realized how awesome those little poop flowers can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4066539723717944347?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4066539723717944347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4066539723717944347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4066539723717944347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4066539723717944347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/besame-bchamel.html' title='besame, béchamel.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8915060017605674292</id><published>2008-01-07T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:16:14.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(meyer) lemon artichoke pesto.</title><content type='html'>i'm the world's least reliable tester, but this is one of the recipes i did test for joanna's &lt;a href="http://www.herbivoreclothing.com/books.preorder.html"&gt;yellow rose recipes&lt;/a&gt;.  i'm in the early stages of being sick and didn't really feel like cooking, but wanted to make use of some meyer lemons i got this weekend.  well, this was the perfect dish.  it's got a really bright flavor and is so easy to throw together you don't even really feel like you're cooking when you make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/2177268580_44c90640f0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/2177268580_44c90640f0.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked at around 10PM tonight and i always feel kind of bad when i use my food processor after 9 or so, because it sounds like it's powered by a jet engine.  i temper that by remembering the regular percussive onslaught i get from my upstairs neighbor's drum machine and the inane TV chatter that pipes through the closet between my kitchen and living room.  and also, i only ever use it for a few minutes, so if someone wanted to complain i'd likely be done processing by the time they got to my door.  still, 2008 is my year of increased compassion, so it bothers me regardless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8915060017605674292?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8915060017605674292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8915060017605674292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8915060017605674292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8915060017605674292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-worlds-least-reliable-tester-but.html' title='(meyer) lemon artichoke pesto.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-2160734400051845964</id><published>2008-01-03T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:06:17.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yumbo, more like.</title><content type='html'>this recipe is one of those "meant-to-makes" that i had great intentions of testing for veganomicon.  for whatever reason - probably because i thought no soup/stew would ever top isa's corn chowder - i never got around to it.  well, the mercury is dropping here in the northern wilds of manhattan and i felt like i needed something strong and hearty to get me through the night.  since i couldn't find a willing dude on such short notice, i thought i'd cook instead.  HA.  (sorry.  it won't happen again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much as i love isa (not in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; way, much to her chagrin), i am slowly but surely realizing that terry and i are culinary soulmates.  her caesar salad kind of tipped me off to it, the pumpkin ziti made it impossible to ignore, and i made a batch of her gumbo tonight that has me fighting back the urge to send her email love poems.  for real, if you were one of my taste buds, you would have a picture of terry with puffy hearts drawn all around it hanging in your gym locker.  i mean, i guess if you were one of my taste buds when they were in high school.  not now.  now you'd have tiled terrys as your desktop wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2164177809_5c452e0226.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2164177809_5c452e0226.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm not big on cooked peppers, in general.  i find them overpowering more often than not and am only ever SURE i'll like them when i have them in thai food.  even more so, i'm not that fond of roasted peppers.  the sweet brawniness of cooked peppers becomes a curbstomp when they're roasted.  so i was going to forego the roasted reds the recipe called for.  i try to put my faith in someone's recipe, though, at least the first time i make it, so i went all out.  i roasted a couple peppers on my crotchety old stove, popped them in a paper sack to steam, and hoped for the best.&lt;br /&gt;well, i wasn't disappointed.  everything comes together just perfectly in this gumbo and none of its characters are "too."  it's got just the right amounts of smokiness, heat (with cayenne added to taste), and acidity.  it leaves nothing to want, really, and it turned out to be the perfect counterbalance to the bitter cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;also, i'm kind of a sucker for anything that is meant to be served either on top of or topped with rice.  really warms my cockles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-2160734400051845964?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/2160734400051845964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=2160734400051845964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2160734400051845964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2160734400051845964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/yumbo-more-like.html' title='yumbo, more like.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-358299729489263963</id><published>2008-01-02T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:14:57.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>m*a*s*h: christmas v2.0</title><content type='html'>my mom gave me an awesome double-sided griddle/grill pan for christmas last year.  alas, my stove is too small to season it in, so i didn't get it ready for use until i visited last month.  i finally got to use it tonight to grill up some tofu.  it needs about a hundred more break-in meals before it's perfect, but so far, so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm considering maybe trying to have potatoes a new way every day this year, but i wonder if there are 365 ways to eat potatoes.  tonight, i combined them with my most recent food infatuation: celeriac.  that sweetened the mash up a little and also made it taste sort of pea-like.  (which i realized only after i'd made peas to accompany it!)  i'm finding that there are people out there who are totally anti-celeriac, which is unfortunate, in my eyes.  it's an ugly root, no doubt, and may not be the most versatile of foods, but it's got character and i admire that.  there's a little bitterness, a little celery-ish flavor (though not, i don't think, really "celery"), and wikipedia says it's been termed a "rastafarian turnip," which alone is enough to put it among my favorite root vegetables.  i'm looking into all sorts of ways to prepare it and have found soups and mashes and slaws; sometimes it's paired with apples or pears, in keeping with its seasonal nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you haven't given celeriac a go, i suggest you do.  and i'm not just saying that because i'm the vice chair of the UN celeriac consumption committee.  go ahead.  you know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2190/2160640922_f4cdf0ab16.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2190/2160640922_f4cdf0ab16.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-358299729489263963?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/358299729489263963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=358299729489263963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/358299729489263963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/358299729489263963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/mash-christmas-v20.html' title='m*a*s*h: christmas v2.0'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5206069856567286099</id><published>2008-01-01T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:06:19.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy.  oh, ate.</title><content type='html'>i spent most of new year's eve and day driving back to NYC from delray beach, florida, where my mom lives.  it was, all things considered, a pretty relaxing ride.  i chose (wisely, i think) to stop overnight in north carolina to avoid crazy drunks on I-95 and get some sleep so i wasn't totally exhausted when i got home.  well, it seemed like i met my first goal, but within a couple hours of being home, i was fast asleep.  i don't think it was all physical tiredness, though.  i was pretty out of sorts when i got back - my neighborhood just didn't look the same and i was feeling kind of melancholy.  i don't know if it was the quick transition from sunny, warm florida to overcast, chilly new york or if it was a side effect of having essentially two days of total alone time, mostly spent taking stock of years past.  that always makes me a little blue.  i end up thinking about friends that are gone, things i wish i could re- or undo, and retracing the path that winds up at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nap was what i needed, though, because i woke feeling pretty refreshed and also significantly more optimistic and motivated than i'd been when i lay down.  there are so many things i want to do and work on this year and i've given a lot of thought to perspective and how it really colors what we think and do and feel and how that perspective can be altered at our whim.  it was a few hours well spent sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd wanted to make a sort of traditional new year's day meal of collard greens and black-eyed peas, not quite giving over to superstition but signifying my commitment to bringing some prosperity to my life.  when i woke shortly after 9PM, though, i had to make do with what the 24-hour deli had in store.  so i strayed slightly from tradition and cooked up some cannelini beans and dandelion greens.  beans and greens are always a bonus, so i wasn't bothered by having to make exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;and in honor of 2008 being the year of the potato, i whipped (literally) up some yukon golds.  i've been intrigued by a potato puree i recently saw on a blog that featured some unfortunate short ribs, or i would link it.  i just whipped these with EB and soy creamer, but if i ever invest in a ricer i might make a truer attempt at making a fluffy potato cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is what i ate on the first day of 2008.  it hit the spot, i tell ya, and i'm going to bed sated and (relatively) happy.&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping everyone else is, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2157345684_80640d6471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2157345684_80640d6471.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5206069856567286099?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5206069856567286099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5206069856567286099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5206069856567286099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5206069856567286099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-oh-ate.html' title='happy.  oh, ate.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2157345684_80640d6471_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6217650824427389723</id><published>2007-12-13T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:06:25.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, am i ever in trouble.</title><content type='html'>i have a total food crush on &lt;a href="http://www.donteatoffthesidewalk.com/"&gt;katie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her cinnamon rolls blew my mind the other day and now i'm (again) dumbfounded by her recipe for spicy tempeh wingz, which she included in DEOTS #1.  i often find tempeh too substantial and chewy, so i adapted it to make some sort of buffalo-y tofu sticks.  holy hell, are they ever amazing.  i'm actually a little worried about what might become of me now that i've gotten around to making them.  i foresee myself holing up in the apartment, shutting off the phone and otherwise ending all contact with the outside world, and getting all hopped up on hot sauce and vegan bleu cheese dressing.  (yeah, you read that right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prepped the tofu by freezing, defrosting, and pressing it, then slicing it in eight pieces across the width, like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/2109060915_b59b7fe343.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/2109060915_b59b7fe343.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2109060919_a283381e17.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2109060919_a283381e17.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i halved each piece and put them through the breading assembly line - almond milk, flour &amp; seasonings, and panko bread crumbs, shown here in reverse order.  (i ran out of panko after 12 pieces of tofu and had to resort to regular bread crumbs, which coated more thoroughly and crisped up a little more than the panko.  even so, i think she made the right choice in suggesting a bigger crumb for the coating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2323/2109060923_9a963e79bc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2323/2109060923_9a963e79bc.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after baking at somewhere between 300 and 400 for, oh, a while - everything is kind of random in my kitchen - i tossed all the tofu pieces in the sauce.  i plated them up with a dressing i made while they were baking.  they were so, so, SO good and right now i feel like i just want all my food smothered in hot sauce and served with a side of creamy cooldown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2290/2109060931_5501d2180d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2290/2109060931_5501d2180d_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie has posted the &lt;a href="http://donteatoffthesidewalk.com/?page_id=68"&gt;tempeh wingz&lt;/a&gt; recipe on her site and here's the dressing recipe, which i adapted from an outback restaurant copycat.  it's pretty much slaying everything in sight right now.  it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vegan blue cheese dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 wheel of sunergia "soy bleu" vegan blue cheese, crumbled&lt;br /&gt;1 cup vegenaise&lt;br /&gt;2 T soy milk&lt;br /&gt;splash of apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t onion powder&lt;br /&gt;fresh ground white pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combine the soymilk and vinegar in a small bowl and let it sit for a few minutes.  add all other ingredients and mix well.  can be used immediately, but it's best to cover and refrigerate it for at least half an hour before serving.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6217650824427389723?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6217650824427389723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6217650824427389723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6217650824427389723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6217650824427389723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-am-i-ever-in-trouble.html' title='oh, am i ever in trouble.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-1994903117117866171</id><published>2007-12-10T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:41:54.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>with cinnamon rolls like these...</title><content type='html'>...who needs friends?  or anything else, for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/2102016001_3012187d38_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/2102016001_3012187d38_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much has been said about katie's pumpkin cinnamon rolls recipe (from &lt;a href="http://donteatoffthesidewalk.com/"&gt;don't eat off the sidewalk&lt;/a&gt;, issue 2).  i must confess, i foolishly tried to make these once before, only to find that i was out of AP flour, and tried to make do with whole wheat flour.  yeah...as anyone who has ever tried knows, the two are not interchangeable.  my first batch, though a miserable failure, still provided a few half-cooked rolls that testified to this recipe's genius.  i knew i would be making them again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pumpkin project all lined up for the weekend, but i was less than satisfied with my preliminary results.  having restocked the pantry, i figured i should give the pumpkin cinnamon rolls another go.  i'm really glad i did, as was my coworker today, who was the lucky recipient of one roll, and as i'm sure my other coworkers will be tomorrow, when i bring in what's left of the batch.  i, for one, don't need them sitting around my kitchen, luring me in with their siren song of deliciousness.  it's bad enough that i had one for dinner tonight.  that's right, not WITH dinner, not AFTER dinner, but FOR dinner.  if you've tried them, you are no doubt picking up what i'm putting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a few changes to the recipe from DEOTS.  i wanted to add another little seasonal touch and find a use for some dried cranberries i had, so i added them to the filling.  when i made the glaze, i added 1/2 teaspoon of cranberry concentrate.  as it turns out, i definitely could have used more, but i glazed them right before work this morning and didn't want to start my day off with regret.  i almost wish i'd added some nuts, too, but i suspect i might just be cinnamon roll crazy.  here they are, in detail, pre- and post-bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2102015995_1fb04c9043_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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mo's rooftop downtown.  they grilled some creminis that had been tossed with olive oil and salt and i was immediately smitten.  mo's friend karl was super sweet about it, too, and he kept passing them my way.  i didn't experiment much with mushrooms after that, but it did open me up to the possibility of eating them in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past september, i had a mushroom tagliatelle for my birthday dinner.  and this afternoon, when i was shopping at trader joe's, i couldn't resist buying a half-pound assortment of mushrooms - oyster, cremini, and shiitake.  i wanted a similar pasta dish, so i sought out a recipe and, wouldn't you know it, mario batali came through.  i worked from his recipe for perciatelli al funghi, but used less oil, my 'shroom mix instead of porcinis, linguine instead of perciatelli, and added a little dry white wine.  it was flippin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2096851462_63ed11745a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2096851462_63ed11745a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 pound perciatelli &lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup extra virgin olive oil &lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves thinly sliced &lt;br /&gt;4 garlic whole cloves peeled &lt;br /&gt;1 cup roughly chopped flat leaf parsley &lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound fresh porcini mushrooms, cleaned and sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop the pasta in salted boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, in a large saute pan heat 4 tablespoons of the extra-virgin olive oil, add the sliced and whole garlic.  remove the pan from the heat if necessary; you do not want the garlic to brown too much or burn.&lt;br /&gt;add 1/2 cup of the parsley and continue to cook either on low flame or using the residual heat for 1 minute.  if you find the garlic cooking too quickly, add a few tablespoons of the pasta cooking liquid to slow it down.&lt;br /&gt;add the sliced porcini and 4 more tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;remove the whole garlic cloves and continue to cook until your pasta is ready.&lt;br /&gt;once your pasta is done, drain it and place in the saute pan with the oil and porcini tossing to combine, let it cook for 45 seconds more, and then toss in the remaining 1/2 cup parsley and the remaining extra-virgin olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;plate and serve immediately.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-1330510686255549991?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/1330510686255549991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=1330510686255549991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1330510686255549991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1330510686255549991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/12/funghi-among-i.html' title='funghi among i.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-1729933467198903300</id><published>2007-12-08T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:56:07.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy red velvet day!</title><content type='html'>yesterday was my friend and favorite new baby mama sheila's birthday, so i made her a red velvet cake to commemorate it.&lt;br /&gt;it started off as a 2-layer cake, but i wasn't satisfied with the height so i doubled it.  jesus, it was really tall!  i used &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20071112083745AACo8XU"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt; and it turned out really awesome.  the only issue i have is that my crazy old oven has two settings, off and 500°F, so i always end up with slightly overdone edges.  i don't know how i got any cupcake testing done in that thing.  i guess the smaller cakes/shorter cook times were more forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2072/2093588803_08ec133315_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2072/2093588803_08ec133315_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the superbly amateur cake decorating was at once fun and anxiety-inducing, last-minute as it was.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no inside shot because we ate at a korean restaurant (&lt;a href="http://www.suranyc.com/"&gt;sura: the king's meal&lt;/a&gt;) on 9th street that was lovely inside but very dark.  i had a deliciously spicy kimchi stone bowl bibimbop that was perfect for a cold, cold night.  again, no pictures, so you'll have to take my word for it that it was not only delicious but also beautifully served, sizzling in a giant hot black stone bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-1729933467198903300?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/1729933467198903300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=1729933467198903300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1729933467198903300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1729933467198903300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-red-velvet-day.html' title='happy red velvet day!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-1509937339677050761</id><published>2007-12-06T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:24:45.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memphis-style forque sandwich.</title><content type='html'>continuing my lazy and warm-weather food themes, i took advantage of my decision to enjoy a mental health day today and recreated one of my favorite nonvegan sandwiches for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit, barbecue food is weird because its history is so intimately tied to carnivory, but i liken it to the wearing of faux fur.  except, i'm assuming, barbecue is more delicious than faux fur.  anyway, if it can be done cruelty-free, i'm all for it.&lt;br /&gt;there are barbecue philosophies all over and beyond america and they all have their rabid supporters and critics.  i'm no bbq expert, but i do know about this one particularly awesome style of sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2066/2091172193_82224f91f1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2066/2091172193_82224f91f1.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to create my vegan memphis-style bbq sandwich, i started with some morningstar farms veggie steak strips and sauteed them with some yummy barbecue sauce.  i then piled some strips onto a hamburger bun and topped it with some celery remoulade i made earlier this week.  lolo posted an adapted julia childs recipe for this celeriac slaw and i'm kind of embarrassingly addicted to it.  it's crisp and tangy and creamy and...just super ogod, especially when it's made with horseradish dijon.  and because it's french, now you get the payoff of my post title: faux + pork + vaguely french spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2071638335_5281981359.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2071638335_5281981359.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even now, remembering how the spicy, gluteny goodness married with the tangy, creamy remoulade is making my mouth water.  i served it with thick-cut potato chips, which provided a little crunch and the perfect amount of saltiness.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have to make this again with homemade seitan.  it might just become my mission to perfect the the memphis-style forque sandwich.  when i have, my dream will be to open a vegan smokehouse over the summer, when i'm free from teaching, so i can share its deliciousness...i mean, be able to eat one whenever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i also learned that just putting a little effort into a relatively easy meal pays off exponentially.  it took about 10 minutes to get my lunch ready, but it was easily worth an hour's work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-1509937339677050761?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/1509937339677050761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=1509937339677050761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1509937339677050761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1509937339677050761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/12/memphis-style-forque-sandwich.html' title='memphis-style forque sandwich.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8014669064551610173</id><published>2007-12-06T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:46:09.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>warm weather food for cold weather nights.</title><content type='html'>i do really try to center my meals around foods that are in season, agriculturally or traditionally.  i think it forces variation into my diet and also is just complementary.  when i lived in florida, i lamented the lack of seasonal change, and now that i'm back in the northeast, i'm always excited when one season gives way to the next.  eating in accordance with natural cycles only adds to my appreciation of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...there's no denying that there are prototypical meals that exemplify the seasons.  it finally got COLD here this week and i found myself wanting to escape the winter come dinnertime, so i worked up a summery plate.  in my eyes, barbecue goes hand in hand with rising mercury.  luckily, it's easy enough to prepare indoors any time of year and there are any number of foods that lend themselves well to a healthy dousing of sauce.&lt;br /&gt;asparagus and basil, like most produce, are available not only "in season" but year-round, which i guess warrants some kind of dubious gratitude.  i mean, i'm glad to have them whenever i want, but they're also indicative of the disruption of farming by consumer demand.  (get these politics off my plate!)  ah, well, i balanced all this with the ever-loving potato, a cold-weather crop and also only the greatest thing nature has ever invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a meal for the dog days of december: BBQ tofu (lightly breaded, sauteed &amp; brushed with BBQ sauce), asparagus (lightly doused with olive oil, tossed with salt, and broiled) and pesto mashed potatoes (garlic steeped in some melted EB, then tossed with basil chiffonades and mixed with soymilk &amp; potatoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/2091172187_79ca3e2f01.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/2091172187_79ca3e2f01.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8014669064551610173?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8014669064551610173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8014669064551610173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8014669064551610173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8014669064551610173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/12/warm-weather-food-for-cold-weather.html' title='warm weather food for cold weather nights.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-496103659660483981</id><published>2007-12-06T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:24:40.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meal of the lazy.</title><content type='html'>this is what happens when:&lt;br /&gt;1. i feel like i need to have a burger and fries for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;2. i have to do laundry on a weeknight, and&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm exhausted from a full day of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the last time i had a boca burger, but it seemed like the right thing to have for dinner on monday.  and i'd been craving french fries for a few days and didn't feel like fighting the urge any longer.  in between trips to the laundrette, i managed to pick up everything i needed to assemble this terribly low-effort meal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2077/2091172189_6e0ea75282.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2077/2091172189_6e0ea75282.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky to have a small health foods store just around the corner, even if it is a little pricy.  (is a 4-pack of boca burgers usually $5?  i feel like that's a lot!)&lt;br /&gt;right across the street, there's a cramped little bodega where i grabbed a hoagie roll, at once eliminating the need to trek further in the cold to find hamburger buns and leaving me with enough roll left over to recreate a beanball sub.&lt;br /&gt;next door to the bodega is a chinese restaurant which, like many in NYC, serves hybrid chino-latino food and crappy american staples like french fries and fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;it was cold and rainy and i was grateful to be able to get everything i needed with minimal outside time.  it meant that i wasn't too bummed out when my burger-fries combo disappointed.  i must have romanticized the boca because it was pretty lackluster.  i suppose the makeshift roll didn't help, but it just seemed too mushy and blah and packaged-tasting.  the french fries should have redeemed the meal, but they were slightly undercooked and tasted like they were fried in oil that should long ago have been given over to a higher cause, like motoring a converted biodiesel bus on its way to burning man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've really been avoiding packaged foods and not eating out very much and although this meal isn't necessarily typical of either phenomenon, it did kind of validate my slow conversion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-496103659660483981?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/496103659660483981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=496103659660483981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/496103659660483981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/496103659660483981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/12/meal-of-lazy.html' title='meal of the lazy.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4475700248998065324</id><published>2007-11-28T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:32:40.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #18: cassoulet</title><content type='html'>monday was cold and rainy...and laundry night.  UGH.  i've been meaning to make the leek and bean cassoulet from veganomicon for a while now, but finally decided i could wait no more.  i need something hot, hearty, and spirit-restoring.  it was just the thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stew is seasoned perfectly and even if, like me, you don't cook the carrots quite enough because you are getting goddamned impatient and they come out a little firm to the tooth, on its own it would be enough to counteract the stresses of a dreary workday.  BUT they're not alone and it's the biscuits that really take center stage in this dish.  they're simple to prepare, cook right on top of the stew in 15 minutes or so, and rocket this meal to the outer stratospheres of delectableness.  i only found out after the fact, from esme, that the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;correct&lt;/span&gt; way to make this cassoulet is with a double batch of biscuits so you can have a dough-filled maw the whole way through.  mmm.  whether you stick to the recipe religiously or go for the full-on-biscuit-fest, this is a dish that will get you through many an unforgiving blizzardy night.  bring it, old man winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2263/2071638323_e76e3f4cc5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2263/2071638323_e76e3f4cc5_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4475700248998065324?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4475700248998065324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4475700248998065324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4475700248998065324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4475700248998065324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-18-cassoulet.html' title='veganmofo #18: cassoulet'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3033818399102642957</id><published>2007-11-24T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:30:48.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #17: piccata, you say?  piccata, i say.</title><content type='html'>whenever i have seitan piccata at &lt;a href="http://www.candlecafe.com/"&gt;candle 79&lt;/a&gt;, it haunts me.  every meal i have, for weeks afterward, is unfairly judged against that dish.  salty, lemony, and accompanied by potatoes - i don't think a dish could speak more to my soul.  for dinner tonight, i attempted a recreation at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a feeling seitan will be a lifelong project for me.  as much as i love it, i don't make it very often and each time i do, i fiddle with my recipe and/or method a little bit.  there's always something i think could be improved, be it in the realm of taste or texture.  it's like there's this mythical seitanic ideal that i'm trying to make materialize in my kitchen.  whether or not that ever happens, seitan remains one of my favorite protein bases because it's hearty, versatile, and can wear coats of many colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i baked katie's chicken seitan recipe, from the latest issue of &lt;a href="http://donteatoffthesidewalk.com/"&gt;don't eat off the sidewalk&lt;/a&gt;.  when it comes to cooking seitan, i consider myself a boiler at heart.  but i figured - new recipe, try a new cooking method.  the taste of the seitan was right on but the texture was a little dense for a piccata.  if i were looking for a sliceable, more solid gluten, i'd stick with baking.  i have an ancient chambers range that has two temperatures - off and hellfire - and despite my careful wrapping and twisting of aluminum foil, my loaf split open a little and got a little overcooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter, though, because i found a &lt;a href="http://captious.wordpress.com/2007/07/28/seitan-piccata/"&gt;recipe for candle's seitan piccata&lt;/a&gt; online (thanks, &lt;a href="http://veganroadtrip.blogspot.com/"&gt;esme&lt;/a&gt;, for confirming it!) and i think it has the power to cover up the messiest of seitan mishaps.  it's a quick-cooking meal, once the seitan is cooked and cooled, and i got four servings out of it.  that should be enough to hold me over until i make my next foray into homemade piccata or convince a friend to meet me at candle for an &lt;i&gt;expensive&lt;/i&gt;-but-worth-it dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;served it with mashed potatoes, natch, because they ratchet everything up, and some green beans for color and crunch.  yump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2030/2061707346_fe7e118889_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2030/2061707346_fe7e118889_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-3033818399102642957?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/3033818399102642957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=3033818399102642957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3033818399102642957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3033818399102642957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-17-piccata-you-say-piccata-i.html' title='veganmofo #17: piccata, you say?  piccata, i say.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-9007086118081356267</id><published>2007-11-23T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:46:20.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #16: 3,000 4,000 words.</title><content type='html'>on fatfreevegan's &lt;a href="http://blog.fatfreevegan.com/2007/11/double-layer-pumpkin-cheesecake.html"&gt;double-layer pumpkin cheesecake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;raw, cooked, and plated.  (and, by request, a money shot in hand!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2174/2057637531_56264fc1c7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2174/2057637531_56264fc1c7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2406/2057637533_d3c0fa85eb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2406/2057637533_d3c0fa85eb.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2057637539_2856239f0e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2057637539_2856239f0e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/2058774182_16f7574acd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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4,000 words.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3832585257782170149</id><published>2007-11-23T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T17:45:32.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #15: bestnuts.</title><content type='html'>my formative years were spent in south florida, so i feel like i got pretty screwed when it comes to awesome wintry traditions.  i mean, it's green year-round there and "winter" consists of a two-week cold snap, when temperatures drop below 60, spurring the locals to bust out their down coats and crank up their thermostats.  no matter that my dad was a born northerner.  by the time i was an adolescent, he had long since decided that he wanted to live somewhere where he could walk outside at any time of year without thinking about grabbing a jacket.  not a COAT, mind you...a JACKET.  my mom wasn't down with the cold anymore, either, likely due to her dreary north of england childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently it snowed once in (ancient) recent history, sometime in the '70s.  mr. herndon, my 5th-grade teacher, told our class about the blizzard and how the snow settled on one of his students' afros and stuck there longer than it did on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;it's practically a guarantee that christmas day is going to be sunny and warm every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i'm an adult and living in the northeast, i find myself trying to make up for lost time by doing and eating all the cold-weathery stuff my family never did.  tonight i roasted chestnuts.  they're easy enough to prepare, but shelling can be kind of a hassle.  i don't know, maybe i should have let them roast a little longer?  does that make it easier to pry the meat loose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2335/2057591351_9103a29841.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2335/2057591351_9103a29841.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were pretty tasty on their own, kind of rutabaga-y in flavor.  they definitely had a baked potato thing going on, so i opted to toss them in melted EB and a little salt.  they were pretty good that way, but i think i preferred them plainly roasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-3832585257782170149?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/3832585257782170149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=3832585257782170149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3832585257782170149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3832585257782170149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-15-bestnuts.html' title='veganmofo #15: bestnuts.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6494721026520743120</id><published>2007-11-22T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:07:11.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #14: willsgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.voguecuisine.com/jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://www.voguecuisine.com/jar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the seitan roulade i made turned out like crap, i think because i hate the vegetable base i used to make a broth for baking it in.  i should have trusted my instinct and used the homemade stock i have in the freezer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also made stuffing which, although a bit dry, tasted mostly awesome.  too bad it was rolled up in that yucky roulade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the other dishes were super good, though, and i ate only one reasonable plateful, just enough to fill me up but not make me feel like i was going to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of control!  statement of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not, however, control myself from oohing and aahing over the cutest baby this side of the mason-dixon line.  it was all i could do to pry myself away from him when it came time to leave.  to make up for my disappointing account of an even-more-disappointing roulade, here's sheila, confirming that her son is indeed good enough to eat.  and, for good measure, the little man's take on the traditional post-thanksgiving-dinner ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2418/2057591355_6ba05fa095.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2053801723_de066f00a0.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here are the cranberries, simmering away.  kind of looks like chili, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm anxious about making the stuffing and roulade tomorrow morning.  stupid biting off more than i can chew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5204457260752894502?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5204457260752894502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5204457260752894502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5204457260752894502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5204457260752894502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-13-cransome.html' title='veganmofo #13: cransome.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4940633585900626886</id><published>2007-11-20T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:16:26.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo#12: sofa, so good.</title><content type='html'>after a grueling day of parent-teacher conferences, it took all the energy i could muster upon arriving home to take a hot bath and park myself on the couch for a solid night of work avoidance.  so glad i had the prescience to bring food and drink with me.  my sofaside dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/2053801717_8900e5c5ef.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/2053801717_8900e5c5ef.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;woodchuck granny smith cider - i've (mostly) quit drinking, so i need to get these out of the fridge anyway.  plus, my back hurts.  so it's like a karate chop one-two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabra hummus with roasted pine nuts - my favorite prepared hummus.  it's so creamy and delicious; the only way i can see it being improved upon would be if the manufacturers would throw in JUST A FEW MORE pignoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trader joe's soy pita - got these for the first time when i ventured out to TJ's on my great candy cane joe-joe hunt.  they're chewier than traditional pitas and provide 11g of protein per serving.  or 22g, if you are a normal person and realize that one full pita is one serving.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should tag this post "totally pathetic," but i poured my heart out yesterday!  and also, i'm flippin' exhausted, i have to put together a test for my squirrelly algebra students, and i'd rather be singing along to "i don't like mondays," so this is the best i can do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.discovery.com/tv/bob-geldof/photos/gallery/slideshow_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://travel.discovery.com/tv/bob-geldof/photos/gallery/slideshow_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4940633585900626886?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4940633585900626886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4940633585900626886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4940633585900626886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4940633585900626886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/sofa-so-good.html' title='veganmofo#12: sofa, so good.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-1546906552282904230</id><published>2007-11-19T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:16:49.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo#11: happy memories warm the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2051/2048131931_84a7a550ba.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2051/2048131931_84a7a550ba.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i grew up with an american father in the military and a confused irish emigré mother (she considers herself british...don't ask.)  my dad came from a real meat-and-potatoes philadelphia family and my mother grew up eating shepherd's pie, bangers and mash and mushy peas, and whatever the hell else was served in the family homes of mid-20th century leeds.  i guess they had kind of similar food experiences and, as a result, so did my brother and i.  my favorite dinners were always a little against the grain although they weren't particularly exotic, even by the standards of the 1970s.  my mom made a kickass taco casserole and i know my birthday meal was chicken cacciatore for a couple of years running, when i was in elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the all-time title holder in the competitive dinner table world, however, was none other than spaghetti.  those seductive tendrils of carbohydrate splendor wrapped themselves around my little culinary heart, never to be rent away.  the meal always played out in pretty much the same way.  i'd get a small plate of noodles served with just butter, salt, and dusting of parmesan cheese.  (truth be told, that was always my favorite way to eat it - no muss, no fuss, pure pasta perfection.)  then i'd have another serving with my mom's meat sauce, which i rarely finished.  i developed eyes that were bigger than my stomach pretty early on, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my mom had kind of a cyclic menu planning thing going, because we used to have a particular meal on the same night every week.  i remember my dad saying how one of his pilot buddies used to come over and say, "oh, you're having spaghetti?  it must be monday!"  i think my mom got kind of offended by that, which i can understand, because what the fuck with criticizing your friend's wife's cooking habits?  but that whole time seems like it was kind of a boy's world and, well, we were living on a military base and all.  you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if my dad minded that we had the same thing on the same night every week, but i tend to think he didn't because he was a total creature of habit and also not just a little bit obsessive.  he died seven years ago last month and not long after he did, i found an index card with a printed table and some handwritten notes on it in a box of tea bags in my parents' cupboard.  he was experimenting with tea-sugar-lemon ratios to find the perfect balance for iced tea.  i had to laugh because it was quintesssentially him, always wanting everything &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just so&lt;/span&gt;, all scientifical and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father and i both made a lot of mistakes in our relationship, both said and did awful, hurtful things to each other - some intentional, some not.  but we finally got our shit straightened out, separately, and for the last 5 years of his life, we were able to relate like a father and daughter should.  even better still, we cultivated an incredible friendship together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom always says we had such a hard time with each other because we were so much alike.  i used to really resent that idea, but now it fills me with this crazy pride, so strong and beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2231/2048125285_b4e8086289.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2231/2048125285_b4e8086289.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, it's monday, and even though i had whole wheat farfalle instead of spaghetti for dinner, the combination of the food and the plate i ate from brought all these thoughts of my dad rushing back to me.  i still miss him so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2080/2048913888_9b98ca4559.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2080/2048913888_9b98ca4559.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-1546906552282904230?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/1546906552282904230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=1546906552282904230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1546906552282904230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1546906552282904230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo11-happy-memories-warm-heart.html' title='veganmofo#11: happy memories warm the heart'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3110333945333995444</id><published>2007-11-15T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:23:19.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #10: minty. fresh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e256/bfeiner/vpeppermintchocolate-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e256/bfeiner/vpeppermintchocolate-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we've had a couple of warmier days here in NYC this week, but it seems like tonight might have been the night when winter staked its claim.  i didn't even wear a jacket to school this morning, but by the time i got home and walked the dogs around 5:00, i was super chilly in jeans, a sweater, and a hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also kind of rainy and i realized on my walk home that someone else was going to be doing the cooking tonight.  anyone but me.  well, that anyone turned out to be the good souls at number one chinese kitchen, the only chinese restaurant within spitting distance that's not bulletproof.  but that is neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was shopping for last night's dinner, i stumbled upon some awesome treats at ye olde HFS.  i found myself unable to resist the lure of minty newman-Os and almost peed my pants when i realized they had chocolate peppermint vitasoy, which i had only heard tale of but never seen in the wild.  although dinner had been out of my reach tonight, i felt fully confident that dessert was something i could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/2036440618_f5f510748c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/2036440618_f5f510748c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;behold, my wintry post-meal treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just what i needed to take the edge off the bitterness outside my windows  the heat is hissing, i've got a dog warming my feet...life could be so much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-3110333945333995444?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/3110333945333995444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=3110333945333995444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3110333945333995444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3110333945333995444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-10-minty-fresh.html' title='veganmofo #10: minty. fresh!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-906121632446115011</id><published>2007-11-15T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:15:52.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #9: ball?  no, ball!</title><content type='html'>i had a massive craving for a hot tomato saucy sandwich last night, which is weird because it's not like i ever used to eat that kind of thing anyway, regardless of my dietary outlook.  i am all about giving in to my urges right now, though, probably because i feel some pressure to get a veganmofo post up at least every other day.  it's a good feeling of obligation, though, because it's (partially) torn me away from really simple and unbalanced dinners.  i haven't made angel hair in weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, the downside of getting home from work in the late afternoon, only to start thinking about dinner around 6PM or so, is that i have ended up eating well past 8 o'clock most nights these past couple of weeks.  i have finally gotten my sleeping schedule regulated, giving up my much-loved long afternoon naps, so i try to be in bed by 11PM.  that doesn't give me a whole lot of time between eating and sleeping.  in an ideal world, i guess i'd start thinking about dinner before i got home, but i'm too busy worrying whether my students are learning enough, dodging meetings and extracurricular commitments, and generally trying to sort out the tangled web that is my worklife.  i hop from milestone to milestone with very little forethought: go home.  walk dogs.  do NOTHING.  consider food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when the craving for sloppy balls on a roll came over me last night, i deliberated for a few, considering a quick-fix meal, but ultimately gave in.  am i ever glad i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/2035642755_a7472a1809.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/2035642755_a7472a1809.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beanballs are from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Veganomicon-Ultimate-Isa-Chandra-Moskowitz/dp/156924264X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1195178162&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;veganomicon&lt;/a&gt; and not only are they really tasty, but they come together really quickly, too!  i baked them for this sandwich, but next time i'll likely pan-fry.  my oven is a wonky old beast and heats really unevenly, so baking is always a risk.  they turned out good, but i lost a few to overheating.  (when i say lost, i mean i had to dip them in sauce and eat them bread- and cheeze-less.)  too bad, because the huge benefit of baking them is that i don't have to hover over a skillet and can get some work/nothing done from my couch.  after baking, i assembled rolls, extra sauce, and a couple slices of tofutti mozzarella on some italian bread and chucked it in the convection oven for final toasting and melting madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i confess...i didn't actually end up eating the hoagie for dinner last night.  i cut an inch-thick slice off of it and had that, but then bagged the rest to take for lunch today.  so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/2036441368_4a1be8246a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/2036441368_4a1be8246a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;why, you might ask, did i delay enjoying the loaf of my labors?  all the while i was mixing, rolling, and preparing the beanballs, i was snacking on a bag of &lt;a href="http://www.shopnatural.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Product_Code=21154&amp;Category_Code=B20453&amp;Product_Count=2"&gt;boulder canyon malt vinegar &amp; sea salt potato chips&lt;/a&gt;.  i've not been able to find salt &amp; vinegar chips near my apartment in washington heights, but stumbled upon these at carrot last night, while out in search of vegan mozzarella.  they're kind of a little too apple cider vinegary for my taste, but they were good enough to eat an entire bag of for dinner, so i'm not even sure it's worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: that bottle of brooklyn local one was not part of dinner.  it's awaiting shipment to mike in california and by including this picture, i'm guaranteeing myself an earful tomorrow when he reads this.  what?  i'm a gift delayer!  there are worse things i could do!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-906121632446115011?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/906121632446115011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=906121632446115011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/906121632446115011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/906121632446115011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/beanball-hoagie.html' title='veganmofo #9: ball?  no, ball!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-9163634622709901353</id><published>2007-11-13T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:17:34.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #8: the sincerest form of flattery</title><content type='html'>imitation, right?  i had a lovely meal at candle 79 on saturday night, made even lovelier by &lt;a href="http://veganroadtrip.blogspot.com/"&gt;the company&lt;/a&gt;, and was surprisingly bowled over by the wild mushroom trio appetizer.  i'm a latecomer to mushroom appreciation, but the prospect of cornmeal crusted oyster mushrooms with a horseradish cream (holy fuck) had me drooling.  i loved that third of the trio, but i was really smitten with a little pile of warm scallion-curry-mushroom business.  i don't think anyone else liked it as much as i did, probably because mushrooms are so old hat to them that any mushroom dish has got to be stellar to impress.  what i'm really saying, in this veiled language of judginess, is that i have a fresh outlook on fungi that my friends lack.  there, i said it.  it's been lying just under the surface for so long, it was only a matter of time before i had to drop that bomb.  deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;::makes 'talk to the hand' gesture*::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*also known as 'giving the hand', but that might be a regional colloquialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight, i decided to attempt a recreation of the holiest of the trinity by sauteeing some shiitakes and a portabella with scallions and some curry.  on the cooking scale of difficulty, it falls just above ants on a log (because it involves heat and has one more ingredient).  it came out pretty good, though not as sublime as candle's.  it's pictured here on my math text bookshelf.  also note my perpetual calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2242/2009336231_13e4f95d6c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2242/2009336231_13e4f95d6c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad i decided to cook this tonight because i made shells &amp; cheeze and i think my nooch is off because they came out kind of like crap.  so i had this nice, light dish for dinner and tomorrow i'll go back to caesar salad and pumpkin ziti for all my meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downside is that now all i smell is curry.  did i mention that curry powder used to be in my culinary crosshairs?  yeah, we've made peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-9163634622709901353?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/9163634622709901353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=9163634622709901353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/9163634622709901353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/9163634622709901353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-8-sincerest-form-of-flattery.html' title='veganmofo #8: the sincerest form of flattery'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4485343170650705190</id><published>2007-11-13T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:58:38.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #7: redemption</title><content type='html'>okay, so maaaaybe i shouldn't have said those awful things about pumpkin before trying this pumpkin ziti from &lt;a href="http://www.amazohttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifn.com/Veganomicon-Ultimate-Isa-Chandra-Moskowitz/dp/156924264X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_8_rsrsrs0"&gt;veganomicon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2009335459_eef6780f40.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2009335459_eef6780f40.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pasta is mixed with a cashew ricotta-pumpkin mixture that is super savory and caramelized onions.  it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;divine&lt;/span&gt;.  for real.  then it's topped with lots of crunchy, nutty bread crumbs.  it really is the perfect cold weather casserole.  i have to give it up to terry, once again, for concocting this dish, because it made my mouth and belly so freaking happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in retrospect, i realize my comments about pumpkin may have been made in haste.  it hit me while i was caramelizing slices of a big ol' onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2196/2010541284_31de157690.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2196/2010541284_31de157690.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i was a kid, the prospect of eating even the tiniest sliver of onion was enough to turn me off a meal, no matter how hungry i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took some time, but i guess when i started branching out and becoming an adventurous eater, i grew to love onions - more cooked than raw, but i can take them any way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ESPECIALLY love a thick slice of vidalia onion caramelized in a grill pan, served alongside bbq tofu, mashed potatoes, and some garlicky, lemony dark greens.  that strikes me a warm-weather meal, but it's one of my favorites so i'll eat it no matter what the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's neither here nor there.  my point is that i judged harshly yesterday, said some rash things that i'm now regretting, and i realize that i should have known better.  have i learned NOTHING since i came to forgive my mom for making macaroni and cheese and putting onions in it, which made my 10-year-old self so sick i puked into the kitchen sink, all over the clean dishes?  (i mean, have i learned anything &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt; than to aim for the dirty side, of course.)  i was wrong about onions, so it's possible i short-changed pumpkin.  i can admit my mistake.  and i don't mind eating crow, if "crow" means oatmeal raisin cookies from terry and isa's cookie test kitchen (WITH CINNAMON!), because it turns out crow is actually pretty goddamned delicious and perfectly spiced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4485343170650705190?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4485343170650705190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4485343170650705190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4485343170650705190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4485343170650705190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-7-redemption.html' title='veganmofo #7: redemption'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6294535811638411665</id><published>2007-11-12T06:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:03:32.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo#6: a  seasonal "dear john"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;i had this whole diatribe prepared regarding a quandary i face every year when autumn and winter roll around, but i think it best to cut to the chase.  take some time to process this and examine whether or not we can move forward from here.  if not, i understand.  just know that while i didn't choose this life, i won't accept any pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dear cinnamon, sweet potato, and pumpkin,&lt;br /&gt;i think you're all overrated and it annoys me that you insist on forcing your way into otherwise perfectly awesome cold weather dishes.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you won't take this the wrong way*, but you can all suck it.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the only "wrong way" is the one where you don't all go suck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6294535811638411665?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6294535811638411665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6294535811638411665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6294535811638411665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6294535811638411665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo6-seasonal-conundrum.html' title='veganmofo#6: a  seasonal &quot;dear john&quot;'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3243893430892905792</id><published>2007-11-11T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:06:15.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #5: it's no dr. pepper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2049/1969846784_351ebfbef4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 392px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2049/1969846784_351ebfbef4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;my mother visited me for a week last month and when we were out shopping for dinner one day, we came across this fentiman's dandelion/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;urdock soda.  she was so excited a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;bout it, having not had it since she was a little girl growing up in leeds.  we picked one up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but she left a couple of days later without drinking it.  (it was passed over repeatedly, in favor of more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adult&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;beverages.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long and draining week of work, i found myself needing a DRINK on friday night.  having recently given up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;booze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;barking on the path of no fun, i thought i'd give this wacky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;british drink a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've never had a dandelion/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;burdock soda, i think i can sum its flavor up for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;botanical. vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried, mom.  i really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-3243893430892905792?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/3243893430892905792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=3243893430892905792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3243893430892905792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3243893430892905792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-5-its-no-dr.html' title='veganmofo #5: it&apos;s no dr. pepper.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3179336443906151546</id><published>2007-11-11T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:17:45.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #4: pancakes and self-destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;for no reason in particular, i went a long time without making pancakes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; examined the situation and, really, i can only up with one lame explanation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; self-destructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i can recall plenty of instances when i did/ate something that i knew would come back to haunt me.  on the odd occasion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; catch myself doing something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; to my body/mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; ask "why don't i [whatever it is] more often?"  it's like i don't think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; worthy of being happy or satisfied or something and if i ever managed to spur myself to seek out professional help, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; sure i could blow my yet-to-be-conceived children's college funds in therapy trying to figure out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;last weekend, i took on the task of making brunch for my friend sheila and her husband, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, because i pretty much have to bribe them to let me hang out with their deliciously handsome little man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;william&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/RzdCug5OyfI/AAAAAAAAABA/8U-3R30XMos/s1600-h/willstripe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/RzdCug5OyfI/AAAAAAAAABA/8U-3R30XMos/s320/willstripe3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131643667283364338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;anyway, cooking brunch is a small price to pay to hang out with this awesome kid, so i planned to whip up a simple tofu scramble, fry up some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tempeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; bacon, and make a batch of pancakes.  i really wasn't satisfied with the pancakes.  i was surprised by the realization that making pancakes is not, as legend goes, like riding a bicycle.  i guess i...forgot how to do it?  i don't know, i used their nonstick skillet, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; not used to, so that could have been part of the problem.  it might have been an issue of insufficient heat, too.  i was just kind of bummed out because i hear that pancakes can be anxiety-inducing for some people but i consider them pretty simple fare and if i don't screw up making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;seitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; or cupcakes, how in the hell can i fuck up pancakes?  (to be honest, i would really like to attribute this failure to cooking at a higher altitude than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; used to, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and sheila live on the 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; floor of their building and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; street-level.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;this weekend i set about trying to figure out what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; done wrong.  the first few pancakes of my batch were utter crap, but i hit my stride at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;batter's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; midpoint.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; still having some issues with cook temp and, oddly, my cast iron skillet, but i think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; almost ready to make 'cakes without training wheels*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;progress made, exhibit A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/RzdFCA5OyhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/06CjRrLT9cM/s1600-h/pancakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/RzdFCA5OyhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/06CjRrLT9cM/s400/pancakes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131646201314069010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*i say "almost" because i did get a little overambitious today and made lemony pancakes, which turned out to be not quite the bright light i was hoping for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; better slow my roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;one foot in front of the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-3179336443906151546?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/3179336443906151546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=3179336443906151546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3179336443906151546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3179336443906151546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-4-pancakes-and-self.html' title='veganmofo #4: pancakes and self-destruction'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/RzdCug5OyfI/AAAAAAAAABA/8U-3R30XMos/s72-c/willstripe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-2324630622452499854</id><published>2007-11-03T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:02:21.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #3: the intersection of mathematics and dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i was wary of doing too much to the romanesco, lest i strip it of its defining beauty, so i went on the hunt for a simple dish that would allow me to use florets.  i found a mario batali recipe for orrechiette with broccoli and chickpeas, which i modified slightly.  behold, shells with romanesco and chickpeas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2114/1850040116_8641790ab1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2114/1850040116_8641790ab1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(what?  you want i should say i made a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cheap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; version of mario's dish?  first, do you know how it feels to be low-budgeting a guy that wears orange crocs?  on the other hand, if you knew orrechiette is $4 at my deli, would you judge me harshly for passing on it?  and C, let's face it, i wasn't about to walk an extra half-block without a guarantee that i would find what i was after!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i balanced my plate with more leftovers from last night, the awe-inspiring caesar salad with roasted garlic croutons from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Veganomicon-Ultimate-Isa-Chandra-Moskowitz/dp/156924264X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-1246231-2392154?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1194141685&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;veganomicon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.  normally, i wouldn't even consider eating leftover salad that had already been dressed, but this batch held up okay overnight.  the croutons lost their crunch, but i used a nice, chewy bread to make them, so they still held their own.  i've pretty much been eating this salad twice a day for the last couple of weeks.  my waistline owes terry a huge debt of gratitude.  for reals, i love that woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/1850039928_0984355c0a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/1850039928_0984355c0a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-2324630622452499854?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/2324630622452499854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=2324630622452499854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2324630622452499854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2324630622452499854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-3-intersection-of-mathematics.html' title='veganmofo #3: the intersection of mathematics and dinner'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-1968499327848178463</id><published>2007-11-03T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:02:34.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #2: farmer's market bounty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the inwood farmer's market is smallish, but it's close enough to school that i can stop by before or after saturday academy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;today i found the holy grail of cruciferous vegetables: romanesco broccoli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2405/1849005839_f2232245dd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2405/1849005839_f2232245dd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i'll have it for dinner, though i'm not quite sure how i'll prepare it.  i also grabbed some late corn, a bunch of collards, purple &amp;amp; red potatoes, one bigass beet, a rutabaga, and some white turnips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;root vegetables got me going crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/1846120224_2d11708f81.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/1846120224_2d11708f81.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-1968499327848178463?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/1968499327848178463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=1968499327848178463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1968499327848178463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1968499327848178463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-2-farmers-market-bounty.html' title='veganmofo #2: farmer&apos;s market bounty'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-7168054663486828265</id><published>2007-11-03T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:02:47.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #1: cold udon noodles with peanut sauce and seitan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;my girl isa knows from food and her cold peanut noodles have a pavlovian effect on anyone who's ever tasted them.  i made a batch last night to share with some friends at an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;office&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-watching party and if it weren't for competition from terry's infuckingcredible caesar salad and mrsbadmouth's tempeh wingz, courtesy of ijdi and served with vegan blue cheese dressing (!), i'm sure the "noonoos" would have been the runaway favorite.  as it was, i think there was a three-way tie for best foodstuff.  nevermind that there were only three foodstuffs on offer because two-thirds of the guests attending were empty-handed freeloaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;best of all, there were leftovers for lunch today.  thanks, eppy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/1845294051_f775601251.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/1845294051_f775601251.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;that said, this week's episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the office&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; was the star of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it's true, the eyes ARE the groin of the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2051/1846485434_5511d71af3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2051/1846485434_5511d71af3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-7168054663486828265?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/7168054663486828265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=7168054663486828265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7168054663486828265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7168054663486828265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-rekindled.html' title='veganmofo #1: cold udon noodles with peanut sauce and seitan'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/206987129_5a5928d4c0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
