tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75671962733872489092024-03-04T23:22:56.896-06:00Buckle Up!...because given more than 140 characters, I could take this anywhere.Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-62955892076531769892010-12-11T16:43:00.003-06:002010-12-11T16:47:37.713-06:00Moving timeOk, so it's official! I have moved my blog. If you want to keep following along, I'll be at: http://focusedfoodist.wordpress.com/ <br /><br />It was time. My mental meanderings have meandered a little too far. I needed something a little more streamlined. A little more focused...get it? Also, though blogger has a lot of things going for it, their set up has irked me for awhile. It's never been as free flowing and user friendly as I know it could be. Getting my site to look in the ballpark of what I was hoping took more work than was necessary (and what fed into my posting procrastination). So I'm excited for my fresh start over with wordpress! Like I said, it's like a band new notebook on the first day of class and my pencil is ready!Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-56547196634551792622010-12-09T23:09:00.002-06:002010-12-09T23:55:14.857-06:00Checking in not checking outConfession: I have more hobbies than can comfortably fit into an average human lifespan. <br />Blogging is one of them and it fights for my attention. And it fights dirty. A quick link to this very site sits along my bookmarked tabs at the top of my internet browser. It eyes me disapprovingly every time I hop online to send an email, catch up on my Google Reader, check my bank account, look up a saved recipe. I wonder to myself if this is what it's like to have a Jewish grandmother. Guilt that seeps into your very bones. Eats at your soul until you start to do self deprecating things, like write long apology notes to webpages.<br />My name is Kristy and inanimate objects give me guilt. <sigh><br />I blame this on my grandpa. He said one time that you should never retire until you have plenty of hobbies to keep you busy. Not only did I take this sentiment to heart, I jumped the gun by about 30 years. <br />So what have I been up to? Well, I've gone to Boston and back. I designed a template for and crocheted a baby blanket for a Husker fan. (Still hard to acknowledge that one). I made one heckuva mac n' cheese and one not so great, but could be fabulous ginger carrot dish. Thanksgiving happened at some point in time. I've learned even more about my fabulous camera thanks to my uncle. I've gotten all my Christmas shopping done. I was told I "lucked into some great shots" by a couple of people. (Thanks???) I ate meat. I've acquired recipes for some very special holiday treats. I started running again. I've read several books. I went on some b-e-a-utiful bike rides. And I've done an inordinate amount of media interviews for work. Print, TV, radio, local events. Huh??? This is not bragging, this is bafflement.<br />All the while thinking: I wish I...<br />painted<br />blogged<br />cooked<br />biked<br />baked<br />traveled<br />beaded<br />knitted<br />ran<br />read<br />and went to Murray's...<br />more.<br /><br />So I've decided that if I want to make this blog work I need 1) a focus and 2) a mandate. I think I'm going to move the blog. Like a brand new notebook at the beginning of the year, I need a fresh page to gather my thoughts and concentrate. If you're one my followers (secret or otherwise) stay tuned. Any maybe some encouragement? Maybe my public blogging should become private journalling?Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-22833253004191027002010-10-31T17:15:00.013-05:002010-10-31T18:56:32.892-05:00Fall Foliage<div><meta charset="utf-8">Last weekend was one heck of a whirl-wind. It was homecoming here in CoMo and College Game Day even came to the party along with some old college friends. LP and I had a packed house. Then Mizzou brought home a win in a big, BIG way. Epic - as in the proper noun. But it was also a long day. 5:30-2:30. AM to AM. Phew!<div>
<br /></div><div>Then Sunday morning (after a bit of a rally) it was off to Kansas City to meet up with my fellow foodie friend Emily. There was a little talk about the upcoming Italy/Switzerland trip and a lot of talk about restaurant plans. It was exciting to get to do some brainstorming on how this vision would come to fruition! And then on Sunday we tromped around the city to get some fall shots. Overall it's been a dry fall around here so the colors haven't popped as much this season as I'd hoped, but I still think both of us managed to get some great shots. <a href="http://lafetedeemily.wordpress.com/2010/10/26/kcmo/">Especially Emily</a>.</div></div><div>
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFhrULMaf4FfNvfgeklUFyBdIDpiqTxzlusqn9QIV0DMCwOnzdrZoqvbMxM5Cj_r20frIGSyptoTpdpjMEURyq4Ek5PT6c29qbeXTPtT35XnWPrGPregFNHDwmh6kSHPNl4kx1h3nLrsQ/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534358541467621138" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaafOuUKG5M7WjVMOtsJYpHIA5I3N8lvar_ytM74gXS1zzaDxtfFxOEv3T_sTCvhrgbp7V6DiNU2Jo4j4m3SCGnPZUk9kzbN4fTKFNQcO6vRFRNxZ-Kr8cDaHSUXfNZifLhmoNiTohfo/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaafOuUKG5M7WjVMOtsJYpHIA5I3N8lvar_ytM74gXS1zzaDxtfFxOEv3T_sTCvhrgbp7V6DiNU2Jo4j4m3SCGnPZUk9kzbN4fTKFNQcO6vRFRNxZ-Kr8cDaHSUXfNZifLhmoNiTohfo/s400/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534358200170881250" /></a></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-20899413319210448622010-10-18T22:25:00.010-05:002010-10-18T23:12:41.213-05:00Fall Festival Festivities with Freddie<div style="text-align: left;">Did I ever tell you how I love alliteration?</div><div><br />Other things I love: fall festivals. Especially those revolving around food. Here are a few of my favorite shots from this year's Roots N' Blues N' BBQ festival (which gave my my horrendous cold, btw) and the Hartsburg Pumpkin Festival. If the shots get your tummy to grumblin' I've also included a recipe for pumpkin bread. We're one and a half loaves into the three I made Friday in my house. And go for the from-an-actual-pumpkin version. You'll be surprised how ridiculously easy it is!<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCj-VGZ0c7wmiujxnhkr5W1RoGagwGqO1ogTs3ulaX7Xp1ajqkgimF2mvpeSD_NVEnxeE9A0ofn7OpBH4krcfMhIJvZYP4VyrYuVzLQa8YaxF5qILqLzYareGDYJW82sNgavyQBKwTPQ/s400/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529595188383527890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Civil Liberties</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65UCIfbC0tkKWbs98Se3PSG8TV7hjOONh0lZlR8ew14MvnU6BMcPSUQJT7WElil0XhdpMAxxt5wthfYe7-sPaiOmW2RIrWWWjahDNr6SMxACsZ5uYXmd3JzBf53gJk9eIt81yXJaTfg4/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529595562314588674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I'll take two bags, please.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDtOF-xTM_HAk87NeramATunFGtXPZY0b_b5DPhtG8rVQR8WFpkEaWajRQvX25yksFhzK_1_7BF8oHmQBMFDl5pNBg0v-BwOxQ760RxBMB4Qke_U6psrGq2fhrrZ-9us1KpS97Idv6qw/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529598680422630482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Momma Whitney</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFm0P914eFpJuduy2JVRnw7o-hTlnkH2mpWibM3FAUsG4rMW6efIWhl9XUxm8Snszkfk6iVlsLPDf-XBuEd9jZEFo7CVMa_QeiOGhVzIqb69xSWuxzYy9ARgbfhGxr1KOkwCU1PrtpDg/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529601164914474658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Corndog Candid</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AG2Oe3SwLyDygt1vx3sl1962eVPQxVD7TnUOs8LR8RvETTI6Qpuu2FPznHh7LqovzPLG7GKFHLxlS0a9n74SjM8TT-q3QdZSZXdG5AF3LBf3fquJzSjQvbHrdRkcOPGEjHoZF9hyphenhyphenzJY/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529600681631095458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Smokin' Suds</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl36gnWNvdXoQZPHL8vHs9CWVPMT6mvFy-JbDY2bdR4ucdYHMJLY-o7UyNrtWnHsRaCr0VcE-w-JTn2cjYFq-m57WmTQVBt_0Gd55T4wsXTHLVvVc6zz0W9oFr_OXGp1WmUmPsnuGXApc/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl36gnWNvdXoQZPHL8vHs9CWVPMT6mvFy-JbDY2bdR4ucdYHMJLY-o7UyNrtWnHsRaCr0VcE-w-JTn2cjYFq-m57WmTQVBt_0Gd55T4wsXTHLVvVc6zz0W9oFr_OXGp1WmUmPsnuGXApc/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529600352102983506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Chips N' Kids</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBeqFazfOhAp30C1UGvPbeYHTfkzEWe2XM_VsSWk15gcL11BxVwKCJBIepyz82BiFGXN4L1cwAI0oLK5T1_MLI_Oc7UpUiRE0CMvfFb7xf10e_eXfNYEL1Sh8sVVQojF-9OcELcnqhyphenhyphenE/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529601930236408434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><div></div></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Three-for-one</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGAO0dr2NPqvs5nnJWIItm_3i5M2y1pYfeZVFsHhdrf-oLDz_NaR1s0mBmkuxbxFhKtOqm0pxx4jKRdZoe4ads3W6PRB2kRnmdYEOMRyZQvgEvobcqUVLEiLNgGF680mAbQAPvc1OiZ0/s400/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529599975718226130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">His name is Gourdon</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Anti-Establishment Pumpkin Bread</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(named in honor of Larry)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Ingredients</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">1 pie pumpkin (they're small, only about 8" or so in diameter)</div><div style="text-align: left;">3 1/2 cups unbleached white flour</div><div style="text-align: left;">2 tsp baking soda</div><div style="text-align: left;">2 1/2 cups sugar</div><div style="text-align: left;">4 eggs, beaten</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 cup canola oil</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 1/2 tsp salt</div><div style="text-align: left;">2 tsp nutmeg</div><div style="text-align: left;">2 tsp cinnamon</div><div style="text-align: left;">1/2 tsp allspice</div><div style="text-align: left;">1/2 cup water</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 cup chopped pecans</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Directions</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wash pumpkin in warm water thoroughly. Cut pumpkin in half and remove seeds and stringy pulp. An ice cream scoop works great for this. Cut pumpkin down into wedges roughly 3" x 3" (or small enough to fit in microwave safe casserole dish). Add pumpkin wedges into casserole dish along with 1 to 1 1/2 inches of water, cover and microwave for 15-20 minutes or until pumpkin is spoon-tender all the way through. Let pumpkin cool a bit, then remove rinds. If pumpkin is cooked all the way, rinds should peel off easily by hand or with the help of a butter knife. Toss pumpkin meat into food processor (or blender) and alternate running processor and stirring contents until pumpkin's consistency is a smooth puree. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Preheat oven to 350 and grease two 9x5" loaf pans. In a large bowl, mix together flour, sugar, baking soda, salt and spices. In a separate bowl, mix together 2 cups of the pumpkin puree*, eggs, water and oil. Slowly incorporate wet mixture into dry mixture. Add in pecans. Divide batter evenly between two loaf pans. Bake for 60 minutes, or until knife inserted in center comes out clean. Let loaves cool for 15 minutes, then remove from pans and let cool completely on racks. Wrap tightly in saran wrap to store. Loaves can be frozen if you can imagine not finishing them both in the near future. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>*I got three cups of pumpkin puree out of my one pumpkin. You can either save the extra puree for another recipe or adjust the recipe to utilize all 3 cups and yield an extra loaf of bread. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-68733904334305151312010-10-18T21:09:00.006-05:002010-10-18T22:25:04.248-05:00Pumpkin Pie Brownies, What?!<div style="text-align: left;">I have too many hobbies. Sometimes it feels like I have so many that I don't actually have time to do <i>any</i> of them. As if they all cancel each other out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div>Take for example this blog. This blog focuses a bit on photography, which focuses on food (haha...pun!), which focuses on my explorations in the kitchen, which focuses on my love of the awesomeness that is food and nutrition. So in order to have time to blog I must also have time to buy food, prep food, cook food/bake food, photograph food, eat food, clean up after mess of making food, upload pictures of food, then waaaaaaay down that yellow brick road blog about the whole shebang. And since I'm the kind of person who's always thinking about the end game I'm exhausted before I even make my shopping list.</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div>I think I've set too many expectations on what I have to accomplish in any one day/week/month for me to be considered "good" at something. Guilt sets in if I don't post for over a week, and that seems silly since (in theory) I blog for the enjoyment of it, not the stress. This is not a requirement in my life. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>But I love do doing it, so this is me publicly announcing that I'm lowering my expectations of myself. Huzzah! Cheers to the imperfect blog!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5sZ0jdiHoJXCq6_xDvAym9OtYKazcccHcsz_WTljf8kPdmiyRpBsQTV6r_wduCfcLBTxQ2yZp3GTJ6nY_0wrWqYfnrJVP8F6nd11chZxOdqHPief2KIK8ri3ExPXWZcsOIpItgQLjq0E/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529589780615321714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></div><div>Ironically, todays culinary entries actually came out perfectly. And I'm glad, too; my psyche needed it. Fall is my faaaaaavorite season of the year, but also the busiest. Strike one against my cooking efforts. Then right smack in the middle of it all I got some sort of something that had me living off rice noodles and popsicles for a week (when I was awake enough to eat anything). Strike two. Strike three? There was no strike three, baby. Once I rallied enough energy to get back into my kitchen I hit it out of the park. <i>And the crowd goes wild!!!</i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncNn2yRdH1qBue17YnsKh9Dw5aswMiFcHwO5QtcGtuDHv_hZF_7YAFI0u5X4lE_5maTB3PYLAFgoQDIfKQGrrvRT5aEYm0KcN1W_uYRt9_7k5S-Q0XSag6u4FVIvMY_Tj8_rS7W4aCJk/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529591499049593426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px; " /></span></div></div><div>They're the same dishes I had alluded to <a href="http://kristysmentalmeanderings.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-town-with-freddie.html">a few posts back</a>. </div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div>My old stand-by, vegetarian chili, and a recipe I've had bookmarked for months, pumpkin pie brownies. Oh baby. If you enjoy a fudgy, fall-spiked treat, this brownie is for you. But if you love a flavor-packed, sweet on the front, spicy on the finish chili, well then you'll just have to come over to my place because this recipe is not up for grabs. Assuming that I have a recipe. Chili is so gracious to my experimental tweaks that I have yet to make the same batch twice. That's why this is <i>the</i> dish I love to make over and over again. And I'm not wanting to argue I make the best chili out there, but for me this is my best pot to date. Though I'm staying mum on my extra special add-ins I did include a snap shot of my spice blend. I wouldn't be surprised if there are folks out there who could identify some or all of them! But here's a freebie in case it passed your notice, a touch of garlic is involved.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenAT7xzBuriwjd5Zjd8AmefHE1FDe51uRTUP8C1WHXP38Nxz8HJeJhTetzpqdeZy8L1hTi7CzJFJwF4CCLMcyecC3unnufd05yW-R_s3jSycXgDOiHMKWTiSyBLF8atDqvy9c-AylHps/s400/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529590744940108402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></div><div>But I encourage you to make the brownies.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHgEsgqYg4Uh2ymqynT68RNSBCDX5G_OV4mQlpnIZtjW3Nnz28GV60G5mXwc8PJrTS0VfQ3RS-4_HAZoHdwd-tx_IsFMFrg0IfWw0_QnoEXLHxYhX2r1fsvv3KqoIydI5GNjBrFNNPao/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529588902949239106" /></div><div><b>PUMPKIN PIE BROWNIES</b>
<br /><i>Adapted from Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World</i> (yes, they're vegan)</div><div>
<br /></div><div><b><i>Ingredients</i></b></div><div><i>For the brownie layer</i></div><div>4 oz bittersweet chocolate, melted</div><div>1 cup pureed pumpkin</div><div>3/4 cup sugar</div><div>1/4 cup canola oil</div><div>1 tsp vanilla extract</div><div>3/4 cup flour</div><div>1/4 cup dutch processed cocoa powder</div><div>1 Tbsp tapioca flour -or- arrowroot -or- cornstarch</div><div>1/4 tsp baking soda</div><div>1/4 tsp salt</div><div><i>For the pumpkin layer</i></div><div>1 cup pureed pumpkin</div><div>2 Tbsp tapioca flour -or- arrowroot -or- cornstarch</div><div>1/2 cup soy milk (or cow's milk)</div><div>1/3 cup sugar</div><div>1 tsp vanilla extract</div><div>1/4 tsp ground ginger</div><div>1/4 tsp ground cinnamon </div><div>pinch ground nutmeg</div><div>pinch ground allspice</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Handful of chocolate chips to decorate</div><div>
<br /></div><div><b><i>Directions</i></b></div><div>Preheat oven to 350 and grease 9 inch square pan.</div><div><i>To make the brownie layer:</i></div><div>Melt the chocolate (10 second intervals in the microwave works for me, stir between each). In a large bowl, mix together pumpkin, sugar, oil and vanilla. In small bowl combine flour, cocoa powder, tapioca, baking soda and salt, then slowly incorporate into wet mix. Last, mix in the melted chocolate.</div><div><i>To make the pumpkin layer:</i></div><div>Add all ingredients into a large mixing bowl and stir to combine.</div><div><i>To assemble:</i></div><div>Use a spatulate to spread the brownie mixture into your prepared pan. Make sure the batter goes all the way to the edges. Once the batter settles, use your spatula to indent a shallow pit for the pumpkin pie layer to settle into, leaving a 1/2 inch un-sunken border all around. Slowly pour in your pumpkin layer, trying to keep it from overflowing your border. It will seem like to much mix to fit, but if you pour slowly the pumpkin puree is thick enough to build up on itself instead of out. Place in oven and bake for 30 minutes or until the center of the pumpkin layer looks fairly firm and the edges of the pumpkin layer begin to turn a burnt orange color.</div><div>Let cool on the counter for 20 minutes, then transfer to the fridge for another 1 and 1/2 hours to chill and set completely. Then decorate with chocolate chips and enjoy!</div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-40874830284964795112010-10-12T21:11:00.003-05:002010-10-12T21:21:05.305-05:00Inanimate AnimationsDear blog,<div><br /></div><div>I miss you. Not only that, I miss reading everyone else's blogs, too. I think Google Reader is getting aggravated with me right now. He's become bloated - ready to bust at the seams over this past week. Just aching to tell me lots of interesting things. If only I had the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have interesting things to share, too. But not tonight. Not tomorrow night either. Thursday's a maybe, but I'm not holding my breath. Friday? Maybe Friday. I should probably cook something on Friday though. I forgot to mention that the kitchen feels snubbed as well. Though as I write this I'm starting to feel like my life is spent pleasing inanimate objects. Freddie did get some lovin' this weekend, but again, that's for another day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until that other day...hope all is well.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of love,</div><div>Kristy</div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-67383635720272011972010-09-27T21:26:00.003-05:002010-09-27T21:55:19.664-05:00On the town with Freddie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyPqJAxJfAUYpjdmeqFM2S2uMcRIw7pjM47tIYBILgh1tKBvohZDGkghOK2-FA9GvfNGvBC_RP7u_qTk1O65tyklKU3u75BiWMmgvTTINcuDLQCkwf_wrQSuxvAUxkq8k62HcXFtoCfk/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyPqJAxJfAUYpjdmeqFM2S2uMcRIw7pjM47tIYBILgh1tKBvohZDGkghOK2-FA9GvfNGvBC_RP7u_qTk1O65tyklKU3u75BiWMmgvTTINcuDLQCkwf_wrQSuxvAUxkq8k62HcXFtoCfk/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521787969396912066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_2JZFGi_IH0xeyw9eoxCyYQgjgVHXIGb6thNXQSWvTsW85aVzTpF_B7h1ZQavrLY46PQCvicgebnL0CZ3w2IYhcQPV1ltrbefDz9W-SVsQLrnLOWNoOd8TWuMpA6jGd4nNhguOHzlMc/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_2JZFGi_IH0xeyw9eoxCyYQgjgVHXIGb6thNXQSWvTsW85aVzTpF_B7h1ZQavrLY46PQCvicgebnL0CZ3w2IYhcQPV1ltrbefDz9W-SVsQLrnLOWNoOd8TWuMpA6jGd4nNhguOHzlMc/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521787563494012050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlhjYOOo5W2EsArwj0F_CW-hJIm925y46FnsZdZ_C8jFdO_Pl-TCKtgJb4_Ztyy-6s2n0PDe6Z-x2_C6zGuU3V0h1SBFfU5h6IDw6xmx8VGf9lUVQgOYd30vbjtWcXZlvFw4RG4sEkPI/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlhjYOOo5W2EsArwj0F_CW-hJIm925y46FnsZdZ_C8jFdO_Pl-TCKtgJb4_Ztyy-6s2n0PDe6Z-x2_C6zGuU3V0h1SBFfU5h6IDw6xmx8VGf9lUVQgOYd30vbjtWcXZlvFw4RG4sEkPI/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521787240697448978" /></a>I know. The last one. You're thinking, "A ceiling fan?" <div><br /><div>I took Freddie out for an inaugural spin this weekend. Nothing fancy. I was too scared to take him anywhere until I got a camera bag, and once I walked out of the store with him nestled in the carrier I figured now was as good a time as any to get some shots. Mostly just testing the waters. I learn how to use things best by doing vs. reading so I just wandered around for an hour or so snapping shots of whatever caught my eye. Stretching my camera's legs if you will.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I know, the ceiling fan. I don't know what it is about that shot. It was so off the cuff I don't even remember framing the shot. It was more: point, focus, shoot. But I'm <i>obsessed</i>! I think I just like how the whole shot has a golden hue and the camera caught the motion of the blades without it being completely blurry. Maybe this is my next calling in life? Fan photography? Somewhere out there an interior designer is crying...in agony. </div><div><br /></div><div>Any who-dinger...for those parties interested (is anyone out there interested?) cooking is also back on my itinerary. A fall chill is finally in the air and this calls for a welcome shift in my recipe selection. So as long as work doesn't consume my life - as it threatens to this week - I should have some food posts on the horizon. Two dishes in particular. One is and old favorite of mine, which I consider to be the genesis of my passion for cooking. The second is a recipe I've had tucked away in one of my cookbooks since APRIL! I've been dying to bake this one up and, God willing, I'll have the chance to this week. </div><div><br /></div><div>Until then..</div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-26491217731061461872010-09-23T22:11:00.003-05:002010-09-23T22:43:08.684-05:00Freeze FrameMy oh my oh my I love this camera.<br /><div><img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT07_tSfaTrdXpgDWpTYiKjXsKoJH4ABKgGiIoTuOncVNYIpdE&t=1&usg=__IZpRY8vPqoJFPZBiGSRm9PoCLAQ=" /></div><div>This sweetie, who henceforth will be named Freddie, won my heart over faster than you can say "shutter speed". Any sense of buyers remorse I felt in the wee hours of Sunday night have washed away. Me and this camera will be makin' a lot of sweet shots together.<br />A week ago I would have blogged about the who, what, where, when and why of how I came to get a camera such as this, but not tonight. No, tonight is like falling in love. You could recap everything that got you to that point of falling in love with your significant other, but frankly, who the hell cares. You're only thinking about the <span style="font-style:italic;">future</span>. Better macro shots with food photography; deeply saturated and crisp fall foliage shoots; sweeping Italian vistas...oh the list can go on! Must go now, though. I feel the urge to do pirouettes around my room.</div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-70674821671919424912010-09-16T11:52:00.005-05:002010-09-16T14:46:14.709-05:00Edamame and Mango Salad<div style="text-align: left;">I got the morning off today. First on the itinerary was sleeping in as much as possible considering my bedroom window overlooks a major street (I just can't NOT have the windows open in the fall) and morning traffic is one thing I can't sleep through. I realized that this doesn't mean you actually have to get out of bed, and since I still can't run on my bum ankle I enjoyed the rainy, fall weather with a book until my stomach lured me down to the kitchen. Now, post-breakfast, I figured this would be a good opportunity to catch up on some blogging. Last time I referred to a bunch of cooking I had done over the labor day weekend, which included this asian-infused salad.</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-UDpKoxphvotmSdsLN6tnDJPnLvdjoZ0NSmVWV98MEqffheLCbcSbfMc1MZy4m3voaQKDbfRsRhWXvYgZmDaoZ6C1DafEfXLUkQOWfCSBGR-_PQfPUqB9XN-u7jxEqQE9b01CqMRYqE/s400/DSC03552.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517598416126659058" />I love making salads like this because of their adaptability to whatever you have in your vegetable bin or whatever flavors you're craving at the moment. This salad, in all honesty, came to fruition because of bit of leftover jalapeño pepper I had in the fridge, which made me crave a spicy-sweet combo, which caused a special 1-ingredient stop at the grocery store for mangos which went well with the edamame I've had lying in wait in my freezer for just such an opportunity as this. About 40 minutes later I had dinner. And lunch for almost a week.
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<br />If this combo sounds good to you, I've typed up the recipe below. Take into consideration how you're going to use it, though. I'm a big fan of getting in some green and leafy veggies whenever I can, so I liked this over some spinach or dark romaine leaves and because of this I went heavy on both the flavor and volume of dressing I made. If you're planning on eating it on it's own, or as a topper to toasted slices of chewy french bread then I would dial it back. All in the quantities I listed below are a starting point. Taste, add and mix as you go. The grain you use is also equally variable. I came across a <a href="http://www.kashi.com/products/kashi_pilaf_original">mix of grains</a> that Kashi puts out in the grocery store the week prior so I gave that a spin. Quinoa, barley or simply some brown rice is equally interchangeable.
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<br />Also, this salad tastes great warm, but the leftovers are just as tasty served cold. If you want to prepare it ahead of time to eat later I would add a bit of lime juice into the mix, otherwise the mango juices begin to brown the whole salad - and who wants to eat a brown salad?
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLg7Q_cIZk-Qp09pEPUIB2IiX8tvuLRj4b-64dzAhLD-K2gOkM3ePaAQm3UqPibjG2K5DAJX7t89s7uMRWZ5fYOy5tQwrxLDdHS95UjUHazG2BLcLO8tHu8n0hjpKfNtHelNH2464Prk/s1600/DSC03573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLg7Q_cIZk-Qp09pEPUIB2IiX8tvuLRj4b-64dzAhLD-K2gOkM3ePaAQm3UqPibjG2K5DAJX7t89s7uMRWZ5fYOy5tQwrxLDdHS95UjUHazG2BLcLO8tHu8n0hjpKfNtHelNH2464Prk/s400/DSC03573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517598766287848754" /></a><b>Edamame and Mango Salad</b>
<br /><i>Ingredients</i>
<br />2 Tbsp white wine vinegar <div>1 Tbsp canola oil</div><div>1 Tbsp sesame oil</div><div>2 tsp soy sauce</div><div>1 large clove garlic, minced</div><div>
<br /><div>2 cups cooked grains
<br /><div>10 oz shelled edamame</div><div>1 mango, diced</div><div>2 small bell peppers, diced</div><div>1 jalapeño pepper, seeded and diced very small</div><div>1 cup shredded carrots</div><div>1 cup shredded cabbage</div><div>1 bunch green onion, chopped</div></div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>salt to taste</div><div>cilantro</div><div>
<br /></div><div><i>Directions</i></div><div>Cook grains in a large pot per their individual cooking times. Usually though, this gives you 30-50 minutes to chop everything else. </div><div>While grains are cooking away, thaw frozen edamame in some hot (but not boiling water). I do this by putting the edamame in a small colander, then putting the colander in a large bowl of hot water and letting them soak. You'll want to change out the water once in the beginning because it will cool down quickly with the frozen beans. </div><div>Next, add dressing ingredients into a small, airtight container and shake until well mixed.</div><div>Finally, combine grains, edamame, mango and veggies (except cilantro) into a large bowl. Pour dressing over salad and toss until everything is thoroughly coated. Taste and add a little of this or a lot of that until it's just right.</div><div>Serve over a bed of greens, toasted bread or solo, garnished with some fresh cilantro. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>As you can see, I also added some orange zest as an after thought. If I had any on hand, I think freshly grated ginger would have been a good addition, too. </div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-9051524691852333392010-09-10T22:36:00.008-05:002010-09-10T23:07:06.248-05:00Orange Curacau MacaroonsI did a LOT of cooking over the 3 day weekend and now I have SO many recipes I want to write about! So many that I've put it off for days because I simply did not know where to start. Finally I thought, start with the most delicious! And so I give you Orange Curacau Macaroons.
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCQYIQrA06KKFbibUtMBBJ9OqVgePrZvuvV5l5bno5Uxc0qdmzLg5Q9FexusHMbrtNPBLbEsA6bqPn5IHJq-XoPeiAeM9kA-OloWYGn4TWM4zb-m5qiNar51RY9CTruSMnp9jJRWJdXU/s400/DSC03546.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515495855722286322" />But before the recipe, a bit of backstory. This was actually the third baked good I produced over the Labor Day weekend. The first was a <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/oldfashioned-blueberry-cake-recipe.html">blueberry cake</a> that piqued my interest due to its use of molasses instead of conventional sweeteners like sugar or honey. Now, in the notes of the blog post she (Heidi) mentions that if you don't like molasses you likely won't enjoy this cake. But I had never really cooked with molasses before and my love of trying new ingredients plus a gallon sized bag of frozen blueberries in my freezer overruled any downside to this recipe. So the recipe shot up to the top of my to-make list. It turned out beautiful! But alas, I do not love molasses. (sad face) At least...I do not love molasses <i>that</i> much. I tried really hard to. All weekend I kept cutting little sliver-slices of the cake, taking a bit and then (over the trash can) exclaiming, "I do not like this cake!"<div>
<br />*Sigh* Silver lining: it gave me an idea for another cake using this same concept but with peaches and honey. Hmmmm, I have both right now...we'll see...
<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HeE7pKKiUZKJ2J953WB-VOB9sihXKujUYt4Y3l2SnIPXejR5AfwrKLSfevgYoiY8xtWzQqr6pN48xyGo9q7pfsxynW_C7HNdIpbJ1gnSSzUB-wMlJvGHcUdZ4_T1ZVVSmbx_RnqiYmE/s400/DSC03542.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515496576691826050" /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Next up was actually a research cake for work. As a diabetes educator and dietitian, it's part of my job to know the inter-workings of Splenda. So when a colleague of mine came to me with a one-step pineapple upside down cake recipe with some nutritional highlights (nuts, fruit and low in saturated fat) and she wanted to know if it would taste just as good to replace the sugar with splenda. Enter Kristy. This was actually great experience for me as I've never baked with splenda before. I'm all for upping the nutritional ante in recipes, but I've never really tried to fake-out sugar. I think it's the lingering Julia Child in me. Anyway, the cake tasted great - diabetics rejoice! But I screwed up this tiny little insignificant ingredient called baking powder.</div><div style="text-align: left;">This is why baking and I haven't gotten along in the past. It's too much of a science vs. an art. You miss an ingredient and your cake will taunt you for it. I imagine the Pillsbury doughboy turning his nose up in disgust, cock his chef's hat back and march out of my kitchen on his nubby, doughy legs only to stop, turn his head back to look at me with the slightest tinge of pity/disdain and then walk out of my life forever. Whatever. Go knead yourself dough boy. Did you SEE my recent lattice work? Not that I completely missed the baking powder. I just didn't have the recipe on me and figured I could do it from memory. If I were cooking, this thought process would have worked I tell you! It would have worked!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sooooo anyway. I needed a baking boost. A reminder that I knew what the heck I was doing. And these macaroons saved me from the brink, because they are gooooooooooooooooooood. And by good I mean GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! They are a bright, sweet orange flavor, which I keep getting a wiff of every time I open up the container I'm keeping them in. Four out of four taste testers agreed, these cookies are frickin' delectable. They melt in your mouth like pillows of wonderfulness. Mmm! The sweet taste of success!</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">OK, so the recipe. I got the idea from <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/limoncello-macaroons-recipe.html">Heidi's Limoncello Macaroons</a> which she riffed off of <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/pinched-orange-macaroons">Patrick Lemble's Pinched Orange Macaroons</a>. Since I already had a bottle of curacao from a trip to Curacao two years ago sitting in my pantry my batch turned out to be an orange version somewhere between the two of theirs. I had been waiting for a good reason to use the curacao, but since I'm not a huge fan of fruity, umbrella drinks that occasion never seemed to arrive. This, however, seemed like the perfect reason. Side note: did you know that true curacao only can be purchased in Curacao? They don't export the stuff. Everything we buy here in the US is a knock off. Kind of like buying "champagne" made in California. And one final note, if you've never used almond paste before, you can make it from scratch, or find it in the baking aisle of your grocery store.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXih62CYbFJkLopLWwlzC0LrG8gHyg-jB5khY15tO6pvgF1mZMgfnh2rIryBqbPpnqjMA19wRMQ0NFXgmqJv5rxmy0MTtXyjQCdB55NhbzdSD4qln-sMIQ7i1n5HxZkvEXZYWrOBpcQrE/s1600/DSC03539.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXih62CYbFJkLopLWwlzC0LrG8gHyg-jB5khY15tO6pvgF1mZMgfnh2rIryBqbPpnqjMA19wRMQ0NFXgmqJv5rxmy0MTtXyjQCdB55NhbzdSD4qln-sMIQ7i1n5HxZkvEXZYWrOBpcQrE/s400/DSC03539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515497453620911282" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><b><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Orange Curacao Macaroons</span></b></span></div></b></span></a><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>Ingredients:</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">14 oz (or two 8 oz cans if that's what you can find) almond paste</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 large egg white</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 tsp almond extract</div><div style="text-align: left;">1/2 + ~1/4 cup powdered sugar + LOTS more for counter and coating</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 Tbsp curacao</div><div style="text-align: left;">Zest of 1 orange (~ 1 heaping Tbsp)</div><div style="text-align: left;">1/2 tsp fine grain salt (i.e. not kosher)</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>Directions:</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Preheat oven to 350F and line 2 baking sheets with parchment paper and set aside.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In large bowl use mixer to beat together almond paste, egg, almond extract and 1/2 cup sugar until creamy. Next add in liquor, zest and salt and beat until well combined. Now gauge your dough. You want it to be sticky, but not the completely unworkable sort of sticky. If it's too much of the latter, add a couple of tablespoons of the reserve powdered sugar at a time until the dough is still quite sticky, but not oozing.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Heavily "flour" your counter with some of the reserve powdered sugar and get out a flat, clean knife. You'll use this to cut the rolled dough into 3/4-1" pieces. I used a metal icing spatula, but a bread spatula or even a non-serrated butter knife would work well. </div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Break your dough into fourths and, one at a time, roll it out on your sugared countertop until the rolls are approximately 1" in diameter. You can do half the dough at once, but considering the tackiness of the dough I feel it's MUCH more manageable in smaller chunks. Keep dusting the countertop with extra powdered sugar as needed. I found I needed much more powdered sugar than I would have expected due to keep the dough from sticking to counter.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Once you have a section of dough rolled out, use your knife to cut it into 3/4-1" pieces with a quick sweeping motion. If your knife starts to stick into your dough, coat it with a bit of sugar as you go, which will help. Transfer all your macaroons to your baking sheets and let rest for 30 minutes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You'll likely use this time to reclaim your countertop.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After 30 minutes, you can either bake the macaroons as is, or use a light 3-finger pinch to shape the cookies into a rounded pyramid. Let bake for 15 minutes or until a light golden-brown color. Remove from oven and let cool completely before storing in an air-tight container.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Makes approximately 4 dozen macaroons.</div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-89243999908383921822010-08-19T20:50:00.004-05:002010-08-19T21:37:50.743-05:00I don't bake Blackberry PIE!<div style="text-align: left;">Once upon a time baking scared the bejesus out of me. This particular once upon a time was about 9 months ago. Boxed cupcake mix gave me anxiety. An-xi-e-ty. Then on Monday I was out to dinner for my friend Alex's birthday and my Chocolate Cherry Coma Cookies came up. I had made a batch to give as part of a wedding gift that weekend and a few friends got the leftovers. Since there were a few people out with us that I didn't know super well one of them asked, "So you're a baker?" I almost laughed out loud that someone would even suggest that. Me?! Heck no I don't bake! I cook!</div><div style="text-align: left;">During the same dinner conversation another friend, Nick, gave me grief that I never made the blackberry pie that I had allegedly promised via a facebook conversation. He was mistaken. I do not bake pies.</div><div>Then guilt set in.</div><div>And somehow I made this.</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrf8E62ZSe36hOelFwH7bpFgR0O78ZNI9xp2nQwu31L744NP6ChvTnJQr5ZQ_XK90hxXgzvU2_OVe2pFeLXYuWkI34T3kOo1tOxRygCYDPSHck4ZiwFzxgKilOHJkw-e_VgaqTUkcDQI/s400/DSC03537.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507315122131418098" /><div>So as I was waiting for my pie (my first pie) to finish baking, I got to thinking. Over the past few months I have pulled out of my oven: pound cake, soft pretzels, a couple of types of scones, endless batches of cookies and, in a few minutes, a pie. All from scratch. All using bags of flour and sugar that I've been buying as regularly as cereal. </div><div>So...shucks...I guess I am a baker.</div><div>No recipe post today. I have yet to taste the finished product since I'm still full from dinner so that will have to wait for another day. Each individual item tasted lovely, so I have high hopes. If you'd like to use the recipe I tried, check <a href="http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/blackberry_pie/">this chica's</a> site out.</div><div>And sorry to not only be MIA for over a month, but to leave you on such a DOWNER post! Eek! More to come...</div><div>
<br /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-4281437219660323842010-06-18T00:49:00.002-05:002010-06-18T01:48:46.345-05:00Insomnia bitesI can't sleep.<div>I'm pretty sure it's the combination of a too long nap this afternoon + too much food in the evening + too much on my mind tonight. Being unable to sleep is like being trapped. Being trapped in my head, in my bed, in my room, in the night. The perfect cure for everything right now would be a walk, but that just doesn't seem like the best thing to do by myself at 1am. This makes me wish I had a dog. A big, calm, easy natured dog that could go on a walk with me any time of the day. </div><div>Alas, no dog. Just a blog. </div><div>Instead I peruse some of my favorite foodie internet sites for meal inspiration. I've been craving poached eggs lately - and there just ain't an animal free substitute for that one. Bummer. I'm sure I'll have an egg again someday. Albeit a egg from a chicken that actually lives like a chicken ought to live. I have nothing against eating animals or things that come from animals - I just have an aversion to eating things that are raised in conditions that keep them on the brink of death (or, let's be honest, push them over the brink) in the kind of conditions that remind me more of that human battery scene from <i>The Matrix</i> than Old McDonald's Farm. Without a second thought we spend the extra money to buy toilet paper that's two-ply and quilted to pamper our backsides but pay so little attention to the quality of food we fuel our bodies with. I gives me indigestion. </div><div>I have patients that go days - DAYS! - without eating a single piece of unprocessed produce. Breakfast: two sausage burritos and a diet coke. Lunch: fettucini with chicken and texas toast. Snack: crystal light and cheetos. Dinner: fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, ice cream for dessert. Repeat. </div><div>They use better gas in their cars, better fertilizer on their lawn, better shampoo for their hair. Absolute crap in their body. The sad thing is you only get one body. New car every 5 years, new lawn every spring, new inch of hair every 2 months. One body. </div><div>Somewhere in the last few generations we forgot how to cook. How to make things like broccoli or carrots taste good instead of boiling it into mushy submission and then assuming they always taste that aweful. Instead we all hung up our aprons and started paying minimum wage to short order cooks like Marie Callenders, Dave Wendy, Chef Boyardee, and Stouffers (because nothing comes closer to home). Why are we surprised when we "suddenly" have heart disease, diabetes, osteoporosis, knee replacements, slipped disks, sleep apnea, stroke, hypertension, trouble conceiving, lethargy...</div><div>Everyone blames the environment we live in. I agree, it's a huge factor. But WE create the environment we live in. Think about it. You do, every last bit of it. We created the demand for a McDonald's in every town in America, not the CEO of McDonald's. It's the simple economics of supply and demand. Demand less, supply goes down, environment changes. </div><div>But it's true, once you get to a certain point it's hard to turn the tides to a healthier lifestyle, but you have to start somewhere don't you? Or would you just rather continue to get sicker and sicker? The way I see it, it's try or die folks, try or die. But maybe I'm just tired....</div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-4576036025942118622010-06-07T16:19:00.005-05:002010-06-07T16:45:00.209-05:00Whole Wheat Strawberry Rhubarb Scones<div style="text-align: left;">I delved a little further into the world of baking this weekend.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8OxKPckjI3ZeSn6IXDZmMPID9ZOJ3JHheAsmBWnmnjMNpyIfiasas5mVB9UxCtupvYMsvjIgrhieGerjRicACRoCcDgEyI3roGrsl-pH7AMayJn44voSh7M0f29yY3oe0WgXI0B1uMw/s400/Good+to+the+Grain.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480144558591049922" /></div><div>I already mentioned that I had picked up this book from the library and Saturday I marked the 3rd recipe I've gotten to try from it. I have to alter 90% of the recipes to make them vegan, and most of the flours I don't already have on hand, but I'm still contemplating outright purchasing this book. I love how it stretches the limits of what you can do with both typical and atypical flours and grains. Since I can modify most any of the recipes to fit what my pantry actually contains it allows you todecide how ordinary or extraordinary I want to make each recipe.</div><div>I had gotten some fresh rhubarb from a coworker this week and have been trying to decide how I wanted to use it. I haven't been brave enough to try a pie just yet, and didn't feel like the dainty, showiness of making tarts so when I came across a recipe for Strawberry Barley Scones it hit a foodie taste bud. Since I recently splurged on a bag of quinoa flour, and I have plans to buy some bread flour for another recipe in this book I opted out of using the barley flour it calls for, instead swapping in some whole wheat flour.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrD7hPsLb8ISnYElsOVnhVno7lQOX6ixlev1TkSNJHPMJlvFGMlc-o5K_y2Ljw-Mbb5ng7hyphenhyphensSNUUEJRrk1WUB1xOs4vcUiPOdX_wQE0e1DA5ZSiSKL66ADYQfJQqzdBsm-qyTxFCkq8/s200/DSC03479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150125122057730" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCp2ByJeE2t4OTVj3r16r9mXy8ffqlG29vRgnddx7ZtZs1xRnKKM1bv57WoZxDchQ-8ufhHQul8m0yk0EWI1Y-SIvx-Z7SP9N6qEHDgS7xvt9Pc9nejGjSqkTjt6zNIj6TzGpB9Y3YsvM/s200/DSC03501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150133370487202" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF1RbSVmV9g0OyOD9_gxKTux3ChDWNf2R-ZNMjKJZoZqzWwQAdqLooBKSls-_TyzJMgGFfXHuqAWh3xkuWT3RlJR1M_0D-zVk2Cl4hbXWK8rKL1NYT2M0yNRvsPOQVbTudWUaSVnXFfY4/s200/DSC03504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150138257939538" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></span></span></div><div>The real highlight of yesterday's cooking was actually the strawberry rhubarb compote. After I did a midpoint taste test I actually said (to no one in particular, mind you) "Oh Wow!" I've never made any sort of jam or compote before and it's so infinitely better (even from a novice's standpoint) that I can't ever imagine justifying using the store bought stuff in the future. In all these created a great and filling breakfast scone. Don't expect a copy of the uber-sweet versions Panera sells. This is better.</div><div>So, for the recipes! First, as you can expect, the batter for the scones is adjusted to be vegan, but I noted her [Kim Boyce's] original ingredients in case you want to go that direction. Second, I used the last of my non-frozen strawberries in the compote and added a touch of balsamic vinegar thanks to a suggestion made in <i>Good to the Grain</i>. Third, if you'd like to try the barley flour, just replace it 1:1 for the whole wheat flour I used.</div><div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgny9KCSbzPbggSQSMFpfDmlXro5jSV1myTmwGxIdGEIOFSAcJ3b1IiGfYxw0_Gm1w84VO9ee6BPTZX0TjcPTtLx7eCRlGns41wjfpTTiPgA00EW7Zn1jyFRBlkKLSLh-sWaFPW1hSxE5c/s400/DSC03514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480149430972865346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div>Since is should be sufficiently cooled off now, I'm off to have a slice of homemade lasagna! And when I say homemade I mean homemade. 3 1/2 hours homemade. Recipe to follow...</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">RECIPES</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Strawberry Rhubarb Compote</span></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Ingredients:</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">7-8 rhubarb stalks, rinsed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1 1/2 cups strawberries, rinsed and stemmed (sliced if strawberries are larger than 1")</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1 + 1/4 cup dark brown sugar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">2 Tablespoons balsamic vinegar (optional)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Directions:</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Slice the rhubarb in half lengthwise and cut on the diagonal into 3/4" chunks. Put 3/4 of the rhubarb in a large pot along with the 1 cup of brown sugar. Hold the rest of the rhubarb to the side for later.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Turn heat onto medium-low and stir to mix the sugar and rhubarb. Cover and cook for 15 minutes until the rhubarb starts to release most of it's juices.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Remove the cover, add in the strawberries and increase the heat to medium. Stir the sauce regularly for the next 15-17 minutes until it thickens up enough that your spoon can leave a trail at the bottom of the pan. Add the last of the rhubarb and balsamic vinegar and let cook just 1-2 minutes more. About now is when you should taste test to see if you'd like it sweeter; if so add the last 1/4 cup of brown sugar.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Pour the compote into a bowl to cool. This will be much more than you need for the scones recipe. The rest (roughly 2 cups) will keep in the fridge for up to 1 week.</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Whole Wheat Strawberry Rhubarb Scones</span></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Ingredients:</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">DRY MIX</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1 cup + 2 Tablespoons whole wheat flour</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1 cup AP flour</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1/4 cup dark brown sugar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">2 teaspoons baking powder</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1/2 teaspoon baking soda</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">WET MIX</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">4 ounces </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">cold</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"> Earth Balance Buttery Sticks (or 4 ounces unsalted butter)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1/2 cup soy milk mixed with 1/2 Tablespoon vinegar (or 1/2 cup buttermilk)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1 Tablespoon ground flax seed mixed with 3 Tablespoons </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">hot</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"> water (or 1 egg)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">FINISH</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">~1 cup Strawberry Rhubarb Compote (or store bought jam)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">1-2 Tablespoons granulated sugar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Directions:</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Place a rack in the center of the oven and preheat to 350F. Cover a cookie sheet with parchment paper, spray lightly with non-stick spray and set to the side.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Sift together all the dry ingredients into a large bowl. Cut the "butter" into 1/2" pieces and add them to the dry mixture. Use your fingers to break the butter into the flour until it's the size of grains of rice to flattened peas. As Kim notes, the more quickly you do this, the more the "butter" will stay solid, which is important for the success of the recipe. I actually stuck my "butter" in the freezer for a bit so it was less likely to melt in the bowl.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">In one small bowl mix the soy milk and vinegar, stir and let sit for ~10 minutes, in another combine the ground flax and HOT water and let sit for ~3 minutes so it can thicken up (see picture above...it really does have the same thick/emulsifying affects of an egg). Once they've set up, combine the two mixtures into one bowl, stir well, and then add to the dry mix. Mix the batter until all the ingredients are just barely combined.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Transfer the batter onto a well-floured surface. If it's too sticky to handle, add a little more flour until it's more workable. Divide the dough into two pieces. Flour your hands and pat each of the two pieces until they're 3/4" thick and approximately 7" in diameter. Make sure they aren't sticking to your work surface once you're done, otherwise you'll have some troubles moving the finished scones to the baking sheet!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Cover one disk with the compote and top with the second disk, gently pressing them together so that the dough settles into the jam. Sprinkle the top with sugar then use a sharp knife to cut the dough into 8 slices - just like a pie.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Move the scones to your baking sheet and bake for 22-26 minutes, making sure to rotate halfway through. You'll know when the scones are done because they're tops will be golden brown and some of the compote will bubble over onto the pan. Eat while they're still warm or later the same day for best taste.</span></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-62619394966897346322010-06-02T20:16:00.010-05:002010-06-02T22:06:01.371-05:00Ribollita and Quinoa CookiesIt's been awhile. Mostly because I've been out of town to celebrate the nuptials of this lovely lady: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQK6PYej2NpUXs_z3Mt4hJ2zIFLmgqTjZVX-g448yNY1SBkaIB-PhPBUj9lOtlxCTEzFFU_xho9EESwXLPX5sxX6m1aJo2I81MjcaOG-wJ2baaXUqqEPQWjRKWkY7X9qyv2OdFUbkw9M/s1600/DSC03447.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQK6PYej2NpUXs_z3Mt4hJ2zIFLmgqTjZVX-g448yNY1SBkaIB-PhPBUj9lOtlxCTEzFFU_xho9EESwXLPX5sxX6m1aJo2I81MjcaOG-wJ2baaXUqqEPQWjRKWkY7X9qyv2OdFUbkw9M/s400/DSC03447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478351658870099010" /></a><br />My kitchen wasn't any less busy, though. Last weekend, despite the hot and humid temperatures, I made my first pot of Ribollita, a<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetB2QngLaeQiYjxl1L19sior1kk24MxtWCeAnNruFuftq_yEQJVd2bAWnLVR0kr_ey8-ft0g5XCVbXLd-j7YVvYgKVcFLr6FhozO7dsYZxJHcW3y5m6pdVtZMJSDWgwYZUk2Q7RMxOxM/s1600/DSC03432.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetB2QngLaeQiYjxl1L19sior1kk24MxtWCeAnNruFuftq_yEQJVd2bAWnLVR0kr_ey8-ft0g5XCVbXLd-j7YVvYgKVcFLr6FhozO7dsYZxJHcW3y5m6pdVtZMJSDWgwYZUk2Q7RMxOxM/s400/DSC03432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478354310070844274" /></a> rustic peasant dish meant to use up day old bread. About a week ago I had bought a bag of french rolls from the farmers market. Unfortunately, I was out and about most every night that week and the rolls went practically untouched. Before I knew it they were on the verge of going stale. Not being one to waste good food I threw them all into the freezer and googled recipes for day old bread. And voilá, ribollita! I browsed through about five or six recipes to get the gist of this soup dish and finally ended up with the recipe below. I can't say it's from any one recipe in particular, but I did use<a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/ribollita-recipe.html"> this one</a> as my base, if you will, and made the adjustments noted below. I'm a lover of soup, so it doesn't phase me to eat hot dishes like this when it's 85 degrees out. However, the heartiness of the dish as a whole with the flavor bursts from the olives would make this a great pick-me-up heart warmer in the dead of winter. Goes even better with a glass of semi-dry red wine. Mmmmm.<br /><br />Next up were Quinoa Cookies.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fz4HtqiUc3QP-gOjdcKLE-kIP-KmJSRBRcQxETdKxjYtDWicuxFdlKH_QoslOElzj8xBLUbyq2GOiYbk8znVVVoSYPUl-ucw4smjSzMolbsN3tghhCegYTAxfxo5NF4QAU7cSHQyh3M/s1600/DSC03441.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fz4HtqiUc3QP-gOjdcKLE-kIP-KmJSRBRcQxETdKxjYtDWicuxFdlKH_QoslOElzj8xBLUbyq2GOiYbk8znVVVoSYPUl-ucw4smjSzMolbsN3tghhCegYTAxfxo5NF4QAU7cSHQyh3M/s400/DSC03441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478360300882023426" /></a> For these I adapted recipe from 101cookbooks.com, who adapted a recipe from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Good-Grain-Baking-Whole-Grain-Flours/dp/1584798300/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1275529754&sr=8-1">Good to the Grain</a> by Kim Boyce, a cookbook devoted to using whole grains in baked goods. If you're like me and are curious about when the heck you are supposed to use things like teff flour then you'd probably dig this cookbook, too. I actually bought this book as a hostess gift for a friend of mine and have been debating getting a copy for myself ever since. Kim (understandably - considering she's a Pastry Chef) is heavy on the whole fat dairy products, including butter, making this cookbook very much un-vegan. Therefore, I'm borrowing a copy from my library (I say it all the time - one of the best things taxes have ever paid for) to see if I'm able to adapt enough recipes to make it worth the countertop space. This is the 2nd recipe I've tasted out of the cookbook, 1st one I've made myself - both good. This one is a spin on the classic chocolate chip cookie using quinoa flour (made from the same grain I talked about <a href="http://kristysmentalmeanderings.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-plot-line-and-yummy-food.html">here</a>) and rolling out the dough to make cookie cutter shapes. Being my first dive into quinoa flour it definitely came as a surprise how much different these cookies tasted straight from the oven vs. day 2. You taste the grain a lot more on day 2 and the cookies take on a very prominent earthy/nutty taste. I want to make these again, but next time I plan on starting from Kim's original recipe, adjusting for veganness, then adding some finely chopped walnuts or pistachios to the mix to harmonize with the flour a little more. The chocolate isn't a bad add-in, but the flavors felt like they were competing too much after day 1. I'll post this recipe after I test out the above changes.<br /><br />Last up isn't a recipe, just an ingredient lying in wait for me. Strawberries.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0KfkRnbMpRd6U7IOkXA494-FDyNcrOH1NZX7L-ocuhLtt8F_GzAn0eCVf8nmnwZ0wjXVkhz3uY2sDI7w4Cclqql1McTLkSxa_hh05P51JY6s4F0tH-0vST4FOOt74Jb9AreBSPYgZwE/s1600/photo+(1).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0KfkRnbMpRd6U7IOkXA494-FDyNcrOH1NZX7L-ocuhLtt8F_GzAn0eCVf8nmnwZ0wjXVkhz3uY2sDI7w4Cclqql1McTLkSxa_hh05P51JY6s4F0tH-0vST4FOOt74Jb9AreBSPYgZwE/s400/photo+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478363884254295954" /></a> Lots of them. What you see here is roughly 1/3 of the plunder I took when I went strawberry picking on Thursday. I got away with 8 1/2 lbs in all that afternoon (not including the pound I think I ate right off the bushes). The ones you see here have been cleaned, de-stemmed and frozen so that I can use them in my oatmeal over the winter. I'm debating about going back to pick another 5 lbs or so this week and try my hand at canning jam. It will all depend on if I can find a strawberry jam recipe that doesn't add in sugar, but instead uses juice and juice concentrates. I know it's been done, I just have to figure out how. And find a very, very large pot. I'll keep you posted.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">RECIPES<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Ribollita</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /><br />Ingredients:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br />Olive Oil (3-4 glugs, or enough to cook all the mirepoix, aka celery, onion and carrot)<br />4 celery stalks, chopped<br />4 medium cloves garlic, chopped<br />3 medium carrots chopped<br />1 medium red onion, chopped<br />15 oz can crushed tomatoes<br />1 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes<br />1 heaping teaspoon dried thyme (or substitute Herbs de Provence if you have it)<br />1 heaping teaspoon dried basil<br />1 heaping teaspoon dried oregano<br />1 bunch kale, stems trimmed off and leaves chopped to 1" pieces<br />3 cups cooked white beans (I used navy beans) + 1 cup cooked white beans hand mashed<br />8 cups vegetable broth (you can substitute water in a pinch but more broth = more flavor)<br />~1/2 pound bread/4 dinner rolls/1/2 loaf, torn into big, but bite-sized pieces<br />1 teaspoon fine grain sea salt<br />1 1/2 Tablespoons lemon juice<br />good black olives - the kind you get from an olive bar, not a can - pitted and chopped<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Directions</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br />Combine olive oil, celery, garlic, carrot, and red onion in large stock pot and let sweat over medium heat for 10-15 minutes. If you're starting to brown/saute your veggies the heat is too high. Add in the tomatoes, red pepper flakes and herbs and simmer for another 10 minutes. Then add in the kale, 3 cups beans and broth and turn up heat to bring to a boil. Once boiling turn the heat down to a simmer and continue cooking until the kale is tender (10-15 minutes). Next, stir in the 1 cup of beans and torn bread. Continue to let the soup simmer for 20-30 minutes so that the bread can break down and the soup will start to thicken up. Before serving, while still on the burner, stir in the lemon juice and salt (if needed - depends on if you used broth and fresh or canned beans). Pull the soup off the burner and let sit for another 10-15 minutes to allow the soup time to thicken up a little more (and cool). Dish out into bowls and top with chopped olives.</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-69387753046624155802010-05-22T07:41:00.005-05:002010-05-22T08:21:04.459-05:00Americano e Italiano FeastingRight now I'm enjoying one of my favorite parts of the week: Saturday mornings. Everything is quite and only the true early risers of the world are awake - a decidedly cheery and optimistic group of people. I'm sure I've inherited this gene through the male line in my family. My dad and my dad's dad all seem to enjoy this time of the day as much as I do and I have memories going way back of me and my grandpa eating Eggo waffles with dark Karo syrup before anyone else gets up or me watching Saturday morning cartoons and eating Raisin Bran while my dad reads the paper. So while I wait for my steel cut oats to finish cooking (soon to be mixed with Vietnamese cinnamon and blackberries) I thought I'd do some blog updating. <div><br /></div><div>Yesterday I got to make a feast for some friends who were coming over, one of them being my friend Emily who's also been going vegan. Needless to say, I was excited. On the menu? Chips and my homemade salsa as an appetizer then fiesta corn salad with edamame (which in hindsight needed more dressing), curried wild rice, green apple slaw and lots of grilled veggies. Dessert was peanut butter chocolate banana pops which I'm kicking myself for not taking a picture of. They are a MESS to make but so worth it!</div><div><br /></div><div>We spent the rest of the night around my friend Abby's fire pit laying down the framework of our Italy 2011 trip, a mere 1 year away! Right now the plan is to start in NE Italy (Venice) and work our way down in a big, elongated "C" going through Tuscany, Rome, Pompeii, Pisa, Naples and ending up in Sicily with Emily and I potentially starting the trip a little earlier in Switzerland.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've listed the things I'm most excited for in descending order:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXVyq8SP5vzsMaiWkJRm6fLt5LBCL2_yyU6cU3jQdQ-RJ_-8XHb6rBUPB_nZrTbSMjlGZHMprsCmCH2zlyL6Wx5RuLtRjibMvSdH8T_VhWYDKsJX_AJ8mTISUcPt6ukH66iQ-3o-ez2F0/s400/DSC02942.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474082804143023186" /><div><ol><li>The food in general</li><li>Wandering around Rome with no map and no agenda</li><li>Cafe con leche and a croissant for breakfast...every morning</li><li>Seeing the Alps again</li><li>Getting to speak the little Italian I know, the word <i>due</i> (two) in particular.</li></ol><div>*Sigh* The only plus to it being a year away is that it gives me another 52 weeks to save up money to go. But for today I'm going to spend my love on CoMo. I'm done with my oatmeal and now I'm off to the farmer's market, then a few hours of landscaping at church and after that the possibilities are wide open.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao, ciao!</div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-33931711606077298862010-05-12T21:24:00.004-05:002010-05-12T22:05:00.046-05:00Until we meat again<div style="text-align: left;">The past week has been whirl-wind. Up to Michigan and back with a layover in St. Louis, buffered by one or two 13 hour work days. Needless to say I've barely been sleeping, let alone blogging. However, in the interim I'm happy to announce that I have officially veganized!! Woohoo!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Prior to my Michigan departure (hi MI crew! Miss you!) I finished off the last of my non-vegan food stuffs knowing that when I entered my house again it would be as a veg-only lady. And although the trip up there wasn't for the best of reasons, being the optimist that I am there were two pluses. First, it was so nice to spend a solid three days with some cousins I don't get to see nearly often enough. And second, it was my final test in the veganization process - travel. I may not be a pro at navigating the vegan lifestyle yet but over the last month I've definitely learned how to maneuver all the potential hazard situations: eating out, catered events and travel. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I've made or tasted LOTS of deliciouso foods over the past week which I'd love to tell you all about, however I'm exhausted (note sleep-deprived comment made above). I just hated that it had been so long since I updated this thing. So instead I leave you with this image. It's me holding Fritz's frozen custard (NOT to be confused with ice cream!). I wasn't actually craving Fritz's at the time, but I was driving back home knowing that once I got there, there was no turning back. Fritz's just seemed like the perfect send off. It's a summer tradition of mine dating all the way back to my booster seat years. I have memories of getting maraschino cherry juice in such a mess everywhere my parents had to pull the booster seat out of the car and hose it down. So this quick roadside stop was more of an homage to the memories than a last ditch dairy binge. </div><div><br /></div><div>And the flavor? This use to be a 10 minute ordeal, deciding my Fritz's concrete flavor. Sunday it was easy - oreo cookie concrete. The Kristy classic. A tried and true flavor that never fails me. Yum.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-7fbkP6rPE2fbRxwcHjP93jEZJwETK0MgD3d-UE9Afj7TCXysitZZEt1cKPQuJoF5ONobQEiuhfxYGdB7DR3GLGvmitbu5yBG8CaPZzReNh5SXHE3NHbNxmLXGcmLn4aFvJd7BdMnek/s400/photo-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470582776763025234" /><div><br /></div><div>So cheers to you steak and salmon, ice cream and omelets, brie and barbeque. Until we meat again...</div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-77626339261852437962010-05-01T14:50:00.003-05:002010-05-01T14:59:49.015-05:00Drat! Foiled again!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Z2NzjxdfucL5hZfyw9wUpOby25gfAe2iH-e85QLN9IuT2LbKO9yeaGA_5EzI9Z9LvHjDYrBZQr3nXW2k-2c41E2GMldA7Bne8jQZgN6G7HzMQinGGKC23bU2YI3thpE7x-a1JgU-2k0/s1600/frosted+mini-wheats.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Z2NzjxdfucL5hZfyw9wUpOby25gfAe2iH-e85QLN9IuT2LbKO9yeaGA_5EzI9Z9LvHjDYrBZQr3nXW2k-2c41E2GMldA7Bne8jQZgN6G7HzMQinGGKC23bU2YI3thpE7x-a1JgU-2k0/s320/frosted+mini-wheats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466393585634262386" /></a>Yesterday while perusing the ingredients section of my aforementioned 2nd favorite cereal I came across some sad news. Frosted Mini Wheats cereal has gelatin in it. Saaaaadd! Unfortunately gelatin is an animal product and therefore non-vegan. Why FMW needs gelatin in it, I have no clue so I'm hoping there's an alternative source of frosted, wheat-y goodness out there. In the meantime I'm no longer blogging about any prepackaged/boxed/manufactured food products as I seem to be a jinx. <div><br /></div><div>We made some great memories FMW. Until we meet again...</div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-33356128975880830822010-04-26T17:53:00.005-05:002010-04-26T19:25:12.571-05:00"You're pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?"<div style="text-align: left;">I was thinking I should do an everyday vegan post to make sure I wasn't creating an illusion that vegan cooking is an all day event. I'm having a few friends over on Friday for dinner before seeing an encore screening of the movie <a href="http://truefalse.org/program/details/HolyWars.html">Holy Wars</a> at our church. It originally played at this year's local film festival and the director is coming back for this showing Friday. Overall it should be a great night from start to finish.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So I had been brainstorming things to cook for dinner on Friday and risotto crossed my mind. Actually, a better description would be that it came to me, and then stuck there...all day. Since I've never made risotto before I thought I'd better try a run through tonight to avoid any Friday night calamities. I also thought it would go well with fish (and roasted carrots), which gave me a great opportunity to finish off the last bit of tilapia I had in my freezer.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you caught that slip there your suspicions are correct. Fish is not vegan. My diet hasn't been 100% veganized yet primarily because I've been working on finishing off some non-vegan foods in my pantry and freezer. But there's only one thing standing in my way after tonight, though. Me and those stinkin' MorningStar sausages I <a href="http://kristysmentalmeanderings.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html">posted about</a> a few weeks back. Ironic? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisriV_qos5jFnjsiEvdsuTonwIOtLSDBiNwZEnPwnig4ljMAlYt9rQXS1MMBngjuCVHMGmuLmsFMi9Sc_4MjWFS3DAEI511MaKOuHp4hiKo05tffWu9dlVjQuSwiO7LUBCNCRPO5JGH1Y/s320/DSC03431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464601067998285538" /><div>Luckily, if I ever find myself missing those sausages I can just stir myself up a pot of this risotto! <b>A+!</b> I taste tested the risotto to decide if it was finished or not and the "Mmmmm" from my lips and the grin on my face must have been ridiculous because my roommate looked at me and said, "You're pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?" Whether you make my version or not, if you want to get more into cooking definitely give this dish a shot. It's a relatively simple meal to make, but it carries this air of sophistication that will make you feel accomplished. I also like that it forces you to <i><b>not</b></i> read a recipe, but go with your gut. I think the biggest leap between a recipe follower and a chef extraordinaire is having the confidence in your own intuition and taste buds to make a delicious meal.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>I looked through a few recipes to get the gist of the risotto concept, but didn't follow one what so ever - though I was tempted. Therefore the recipe below is a Kristy-original. But I highly encourage you to disregard everything I type below and create your own risotto-original, which I'm now calling "Risotto-O's".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Mushroom and Broccoli Risotto</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Serves 4-5 as a side dish</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">~4 cups vegetable stock, heated</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">1 small onion, diced</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">2 "glugs" EVOO (~2 Tbsp)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">dash salt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">2 cloves minced garlic</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">1 large handful mushrooms, chopped</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">1 cup arborio rice (what makes risotto Risotto)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">3 "glugs" dry white wine (if you forced me, I'd say it was 3/4 cup)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">2 cups broccoli (thawed/warmed if frozen)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Warm the vegetable stock in a pot on a back burner of your stove. Meanwhile, heat EVOO in a large, deep skillet and add onions and a dash of salt. Saute the onions until they begin to caramelize and then add in the mushrooms and garlic and saute for another 30 seconds or so. Make sure the oil isn't so hot that your garlic will burn. Add arborio rice and wine and stir consistently for about 1 minute. The wine will start to infuse into the rice and become very fragrant. Go ahead and pour a glass for yourself at this point. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">From the pot on the back burner, add in one ladle full of broth and stir every couple of minutes until most of broth is absorbed. Add in another ladle full. Repeat this process until the rice is cooked through. You'll be able to tell when it's getting close because it starts looking more and more creamy. You may or may not use all of your broth, so go by your sense of taste, not by how much broth you used. If you plan on adding any extra veggies do so 1/2 to 3/4 of the way through the broth adding process. Sooner for heartier veggies, later for more delicate. My broccoli was par-cooked so I added it with my last ladle of broth. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">If you're being all fancy-pants you could garnish with rosemary, sliced and toasted almonds or green onions. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-6406349306832600362010-04-25T14:01:00.005-05:002010-04-25T15:21:08.156-05:00Onward we marchHere we go, another week another Saturday filled with experimental vegan cooking. This past Saturday was particularly productive. By 7am I was out of bed by my own accord. I've always thought sleeping in on a Saturday is a waste of precious free time, unless of course "sleeping in" is actually laying in bed relaxing. Relaxing and sleeping in are two completely different occupations in my book.<div><br /></div><div>By 8 I was dressed and had cleaned a few rooms, paid bills and started making breakfast (steel cut oats - my weekend favorite). By 9 I had enjoyed breakfast, cleaned the kitchen and was in route to the farmers market. From 9 to about 11am I was lost in foodie heaven somewhere between the farmers market, the new HyVee and Clovers, with a quick swing by work to pick up my gym bag I left on Friday. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHACYDn-WkEmKKaA0Dx69VutKjBQIcwh00ekbHzeznivOxtEicSbHgO6X3fd98-YsQP0WYnM9rSBCq79uazDG2eudXGlo8xlV5_XodPzKbH1586UWsH-Au7RiiPZOY3QHZ-g5NxHpUJYE/s200/frosted+mini-wheats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464167866654207698" /></div><div>By the time I got home I was in that agonizing crossroads where you're starving but nothing sounds good to eat, <i>until</i> I remembered that I had impulse-bought a box of frosted mini wheats, my second favorite breakfast cereal, earlier that week. If you're wondering, my first-favorite cereal is cocoa puffs, but since I have a hard time calling this "breakfast" cereal (it's more like puffed dessert-in-a-box) I can't justify buying it more than once every 3 years or so. This means I won't see cocoa puffs in my pantry again until sometime in early 2012 or so. But I digress... </div><div><br /></div><div>I had spent all morning on the hunt for ingredients for this weekend's feast. I took a small hiatus to visit some friends, Abby and Garrett, and see their new puppy - Titan, a very cute lab/chow mix, and finally, <i>finally</i> watch <i>The Hangover</i>. But by the time I came home it was apron on and sleeves up. </div><div><br /></div><div>First up, I got an Indian dish called Palak Daal started. The best way to describe it would be a Indian-flavored lentil stew with chopped spinach and tomato. I got this recipe off a favorite site of mine - <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/index.html">101cookbooks.com</a>. I highly recommend checking it out. While that was simmering away I switched into baking mode. I had spent a good chunk of my Friday looking for a vegan peanut butter cookie recipe, and the hunt came down to two recipes. One that was also from 101cookbooks and another from a great cookbook called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vegan-Cookies-Invade-Your-Cookie/dp/160094048X"><i>Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar</i></a> by the same authors of <i>Veganomicon</i>, which Emily had sent me via email after asking her for some help (Emily's a much better baker than I am). In the end I chose the latter because it seemed like a much heartier cookie. It's chuck-a-buck full of oats, which was what I was in the mood for this weekend. </div><div><br /></div><div>So here we are Sunday with the reviews. The Palak Daal was a let down. I've enjoyed several different Indian dishes in the past, and this one wasn't terrible, just not something you really want seconds of. I will give it one plus - it does fill me up. And for those keeping tabs, it's a great source of, what? Protein! I'll be working on the leftovers all week and am hoping to find a way to tweak it into savory submission.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFufVwEHLwER-4baq7PMddFalelZNj729viZh8w4jo-q5QN3F3r9afd4XJ0jLf-UVxtGbhVJ4g5SEirCMJ9xckmJlqD5S5aJvXP_PdnIsOJECpNoNm2MBLGYpg04J09o8tkhW3dedaGsY/s320/DSC03425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464162942435994626" /></div><div>Now the cookies...oh the cookies. The cookies fulfilled every meaning of the word <i>scrumptious</i>. They aren't your traditional criss-cross peanut butter cookie, but they are a chewy, oaty, peanut buttery delight. Definitely the kind of cookie that would pair well with a cold glass of milk whether it's cow, soy or almond. I've posted the original recipe from <i>Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar</i> below but I made a few adjustments to my version. I used whole wheat pastry flour instead of AP, almond extract instead of vanilla and instead of rolling the cookies in nuts I used chunky peanut butter. I have a thought on switching out the brown sugar for maple syrup next time. So if anyone happens to try these and make that switch, please let me know how it turns out!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Peanut Butter Oatmeal Cookies</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Makes 2-1/2 dozen</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Peanut butter and oatmeal partner up to create another stick-to-your-ribs oatmeal cookie, even wholesome enough for breakfast if you must eat cookies then. Briefly rolling the dough in salted peanuts really makes this one, so definitely use those over the unsalted variety. For serious ice cream sandwiches, serve this excellent cookie with vanilla chocolate chip dairy-free ice cream.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1 1/3 cups AP flour</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1 teaspoon baking powder</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">3/4 teaspoon baking soda</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1/2 teaspoon salt</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">2 cups oats</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1/2 cup canola oil</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1/2 cup creamy natural PB</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1/2 cup sugar</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">3/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1/3 cup nondairy milk</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">4 teaspoons ground flax seed</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1 cup roasted, salted peanuts, chopped</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly grease two baking sheets.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">2. In a medium-size bowl, sift together flour, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Sir in the oats and set aside.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">3. In a large bowl, beat together oil, peanut butter, sugar, brown sugar, nondairy milk, flax seeds, and vanilla until smooth. Fold in half of flour/oat mixture to moisten, then fold in the remaining half.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">4. Place the chopped peanuts in a shallow dish. Drop 1 generous, rounded tablespoon of dough per cookie into the peanuts, pressing the nuts into the dough. Move the dough onto the cookie sheets, leaving about 2 inches of space between each cookie. Flatten slightly with moistened fingers.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">5. Baked for 12-14 minutes until the edges just start to brown. Let the cookies rest on the baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to racks to complete cooling. </span></i></span></span></div></span></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-44586167026232683832010-04-18T18:23:00.004-05:002010-04-18T21:11:41.628-05:00New plot line and yummy foodIt took me a few tries to get this post complete but I think I finally found my words. This week I kind of decided to use this blog as a bit of a food journal. Though I doubt I'll write solely on food, there's definitely a specific plot line in my life that I want to document.<br /><div><br /></div><div>It's an idea I've been hovering around since August, but over the past month I've been making an official move towards a vegan diet. I could easily devote an entire post to why I'm eating vegan, and I probably will at some point, but today it's not a tale I feel like typing. The reason I want to chronicle this, though, is because I hope to show that vegan cooking is not limited by the things you DON'T eat but opens up doors to the endless list of things you DO eat. From a psychosocial perspective I also am exploiting my story to show that eating vegan doesn't mean I'm going to stop shaving my legs or refrain from car dancing to Lady Gaga. And I also hope to answer that age old question loved by vegetarians and vegans alike: "But then where do you get your protein???" Spoiler alert: it's more than just beans and I can still easily keep up with my MWF weight lifting schedule. I might even give you free tickets to my gun show. Get excited.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVc3CHTCtF0yFHsoSvE5knq34ZIhTgfGtm5SO1sXWtrwsbsSljtdMmAt3AfqdfHg5Xs_xC8JluWqOEAsToKxVeC_wPpkgV2Kw1puttQcaiaWKS6UCtbNv-qUttvc8nXme_ExjsyZhejI/s200/veganomicon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461651038002519490" /></div><div>But to the fun stuff: the food!! This weekend was a culinary success. My friend Emily and I have been working our way through this vegan cookbook, Veganomicon. I had been wanting to make some more quinoa (pronounced kind of like "keen-waah") which, for those of you keeping track, is a high protein grain, quite delicious and...not a bean. So I made a promising-looking recipe called chickpea-quinoa pilaf that I paired with roasted carrots and brussel sprouts and (on impulse because the meal screamed for it) a glass of merlot.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSfBiQjgVeSZXgl0H3l8CvGzzVYirh7TltRO_-0A4IMDn80TrznELwiOWc1KtjnIWBA1P9WPYaJ6D0BnN6-OItCDTC9kMNvgsraMhHvc0LfFpaXzvZG2qCSBT-FC3c6ge27uE28hz4FE/s200/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461656634713175442" /></div><div>For dessert I enjoyed some chocolate-chocolate chip cherry cookies that I made earlier that day which I had also found a recipe for in Veganomicon. The experience of making these cookies can be summed up in a quote directly from the cookbook itself, "When the batter starts to get too stiff to mix with a fork, use your hands....Your hands will get covered in chocolate, but worse things have happened." Pluses of this cookie recipe: 1) you can eat the batter without fear of E. coli because there's no egg and 2) since it's mixed primarily with your hands you get dibs on licking the "beaters" clean. Score. I think they turned out quite nice and I'll be snacking on these all week.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vegan or not, it was definitely one of the best meals I've made in a while, which is saying something. If you don't trust my taste buds though, hear this: my meat-eating roommate has been enjoying the cookies so much she had 4 this morning for breakfast before her coffee was even finished brewing and had leftover chickpea-quinoa pilaf for lunch today with rave reviews. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you're interested in trying them out for yourself I've got both recipes below. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Chickpea-Quinoa Pilaf</b></div><div><br /></div><div>2 tablespoons olive oil</div><div>1 small yellow onion, chopped finely (about 1 cup)</div><div>2 cloves garlic, minced</div><div>1/2 teaspoon ground cumin</div><div>1 tablespoon coriander seeds, crushed <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">(I used ground)</span></i></div><div>Several pinches of freshly ground black pepper</div><div>1/2 teaspoon salt</div><div>1 tablespoon tomato paste <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">(I used ~1 1/2 Tbsp and was glad I did)</span></i></div><div>1 cup quinoa <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">(make sure it's pre-washed or rinse well yourself)</span></i></div><div>2 cups cooked or 1 15-oz can chickpeas, drained and rinsed <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><i>(more protein!)</i></span></div><div>2 cups vegetable broth or reconstituted bouillon </div><div><br /></div><div>In a small stockpot over medium heat, sauté the onions in olive oil for about 7 minutes. Add the garlic and sauté for 2 more minutes. </div><div>Add the tomato paste, coriander, cumin, black pepper, and salt; sauté for another minute.</div><div>Add the quinoa and sauté for 2 minutes.</div><div>Add the chickpeas and broth; cover and bring to a boil. Once the mixture is boiling, lower the heat to very low, cover, and cook for about 18 minutes, or until the quinoa has absorbed all the water; stir occasionally. Fluff with a fork and serve.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Chocolate-Chocolate Chip Cherry Cookies</b></div><div><br /></div><div>2 cups AP flour</div><div>2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder</div><div>1 teaspoon baking soda</div><div>1/2 teaspoon salt</div><div>2/3 cup canola oil</div><div>1 1/2 cups sugar</div><div>4 teaspoons ground flaxseed</div><div>1/2 cup soy milk</div><div>2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract</div><div>1/2 teaspoon almond extract <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">(I completely forgot to add this and the cookies still tasted great)</span></i></div><div>3/4 cup vegan chocolate chips <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">(just read the ingredients and make sure there's no milk fat; should just say chocolate liquor, cocoa, cocoa butter and soy lecithin or close to it)</span></i></div><div>3/4 cup dried cherries</div><div><br /></div><div>Preheat the oven to 350 F</div><div>In a large bowl, sift together the flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt.</div><div>In a separate large bowl, mix together the oil and sugar. Add the flaxseeds, soy milk, and vanilla, and mix well.</div><div>Fold in the dry ingredients in batches. When the batter starts to get too stiff to mix with a fork, use your hands until a nice stiff dough forms. Add the chocolate chips and cherries, and mix with your hands again. Your hands will get covered in chocolate, but worse things have happened.</div><div>Wash your hands <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><i>(especially if you "licked the beaters")</i></span> and line two baking sheets with baking parchment. Roll the dough into 1-inch balls and flatten into disks about 1 1/2 inches in diameter. Place about an inch apart on the lined cookie sheets.</div><div>Bake for 10 minutes. Remove from the oven and let cool for about 5 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-58153942238643215002010-04-12T18:55:00.003-05:002010-04-12T19:38:37.404-05:00Kristy's Garden Attempt* #1*Until I <i>happily</i> consume something that pops out of the 4' x 7' hunk of ground I cultivated I'm only calling it an attempt.<div><br /></div><div>As I sit at my computer, if I drop my neck down, cock my head to the left and peer through the branches of the gorgeous yet massive tree outside my window I can just barely see my first attempt at a garden. Because I've either been out of town, held up by my landlord or stuck inside due to the downpour, for the past month my gardening plans had to be put on the back burner. But this weekend I finally dug up, leveled out, filled in and sowed my very first garden. Woohoo! And ever since Saturday I've felt the need to walk out and visit my garden at least once a day to make sure everything is ok as if I'm sort of overprotective mother of a 30 year old. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Is everything OK? Is it too hot? Too sunny? Do you need water? Are the squirrels bothering you?"</div><div><br /></div><div>...as if these plants haven't been doing this all by themselves for the past billion years or so. If anything, I'm more apt to hinder than help, but I can't not check on them. The more I think about it, the more I think gardening is a very giving hobby. Let me explain.</div><div><br /></div><div>First off, work has been uber-stressful lately and of all the things I tried in order to relax, gardening was the only thing that worked. And by worked I mean <i>worked</i>. Ten minutes in I was about as stress-free as if I had been on a 2 week vacation in the Alps. </div><div><br /></div><div>And second, there are endless resources when it comes to learning the how-to's of gardening. From books to friends to websites to entire TV channels. Everyone wants to know the secret to growing the best tomato just as everyone else wants to tell you the secret to growing the best tomato. But in the end, what do we really do? Relatively little. Sure the plants used whatever resources we gave it, be it fertilizer or pruning shears. But when you really look at it, humans saying we grow the best tomato (or spinach, or carrot, or rutabaga...which, on a side note, is THE most fun vegetable to say) is the same as your OB/GYN saying he grew a great human, when really all he did was prescribe some prenatal vitamins, tell you your child was developing nicely and then...catch. (Please note, I think OB/GYNs are a valuable part of society and this hyperbole is by no means a reflection on their expertise in the field of obstetrics). </div><div><br /></div><div>But as we humans do all the work in creating and raising humans, plants do all the work in creating and growing plants. It's a freaking beautiful thing!! Plants grow, we take. Food, oxygen, relaxation. So I guess in the end I would like to thank plants for being plants. Clearly "The Giving Tree" is not just a children's book, it's an insightful and poignant summation of the entire human race since the dawn of time...to put it mildly. And I should also thank God for giving us plants. They are pretty to look at, lovely to smell and yummy to eat and every day I'm grateful to be in their presence. </div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-41911750671363225932010-04-02T16:52:00.003-05:002010-04-02T23:41:31.990-05:00Chelsea Lately speaks louder than wordsJustin Bieber (which, apparently, is NOT pronounced "bye-burr" like I had thought) was all up in my face today. He was EVERYWHERE! So much so that I finally was like, "ok kiddo, I'm going to iTunes your face all up and see what you're all about because I just don't get it." <div><br /></div><div>30 second iTunes clip later (played twice)...</div><div><br /></div><div>I still don't get it. You said "baby" 17 times in 30 seconds (trust me, it was the reason for the 2nd run through). Does that make a pop-icon-in-training nowadays?</div><div><br /></div><div>So I had this whole post going on the Bieber-baby and then it was deemed unnecessary after the LP posted <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/139444/chelsea-lately-justin-bieber">this gem</a> on facebook. Long story short, I deleted the original post because Chelsea speaks louder than words. Enjoy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-88613215886885879972010-03-06T10:36:00.005-06:002010-03-06T12:00:11.036-06:00I don't have ADD but potatoes sound good for dinner.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don't know how long it takes you to write a blog post, but I average 60-90 minutes. What you're reading now is actually version 2.0. Version 1.0 got the old "select all -> delete" since my train of thought has gone in a completely different direction since then. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Per the request of my roommate (aka LP) I was initially blogging about these beauts:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4vOQVQqRFrkKeZNfiHEpV8662anlvfxSMTKQ3jLhVsoDwXUueur_iZ8K1RevFy57LFdaKAS9D10TfyNBC1CTvv3lWOvoAIhGDEA00-19ZVeECwkZup15csFsKtxz-hiX0ssCivuSwuv0/s320/Morningstar.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445576723814814914" /><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">mmm, so good.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">...and that's what I was doing. I had a little diddy going about how they are my "limiting factor" when it comes to going grocery shopping; meaning when I'm out of these it requires and immediate visit to HyVee. And since they were on sale this week (50 cents off, what!) I couldn't resist stocking up. Well...I forgot that I already had a few boxes at home. I mean, COMPLETELY forgot. So yeah, long story short I have 6 boxes in my freezer right now. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You're judging me right now and that's ok. Because one day you'll be in the freezer section of the grocery store and you'll notice them out of the corner of your eye and you'll be like, "Hey, that's what Kristy was talking about." And for some reason you'll toss them into your cart. And then you'll know. You'll try them and you'll know. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But back to my inability to focus...</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">While writing that post I got up to get some water. And while I was taking a drink and looking in the mirror I decided that I didn't want to wear my hair in a ponytail anymore so I did my hair. And then I was like, "well I might as well put some make-up on as well." So now I'm all glamorized (oooooor not so much) and I sit down to finish blogging and I remember I need to email back a friend of mine, so I take care of that. And while I was opening up Gmail I remember that my credit card bill is due soon so I hope onto Chase's site. Then the urge to dust overwhelms me. All the while, mind you, I've not been thinking about veggie-sausages (because that would be weird), but about a million other different things, so that by the time I sit down for the third time I've decided to write about something completely different. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh, and I think I took care of a hangnail somewhere in there. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So if I've ever forgotten to email you back, give you a call, burn you a CD, tell you how much you owe me for utilities, finish a scrapbook...but didn't, well now you know why. It wasn't because I didn't care about it, it's because I decided to make potatoes for dinner. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-74851089889084991862010-02-25T18:57:00.004-06:002010-02-25T20:24:20.664-06:00There's a reason my relationship status isn't posted on facebookI've toyed with the idea of blogging on this topic for awhile but a myriad of things have kept me from it. However, the time has come and I'm doing it for you..."you" being whoever might be reading this right now. Each person needs to hear this from me for <i>their</i> own reasons, but <i>my</i> reason for telling you is the same. In my most soothing and comforting voice I'm telling you one thing: to calm...down...<div><br /><div>Never in my wildest dreams did I think that my relationship status would be so concerning to so many people. What I find even more exasperating is that whatever that relationship status is, you're still not any more satisfied. No, I don't cry myself to sleep every night that I am single. And no, I don't start making marriage plans when I date someone. When relationships end you wink and say "sure...for now" as if I'm denying my own feelings. And when relationships start you're hesitant as if I don't know what I'm getting into. I just want you to know that whatever happens in my life, you're going to survive. You. YOU are going to survive. </div><div>(Still in calming, soothing voice-mode here)</div><div><br /></div><div>Somehow you've managed to manifest your own discomfort with my relationship status as MY discomfort with my relationship status, and I want you to realize this. </div><div><br /></div><div>So to help I've created a Pro/Pro debate below. A list of things that I think are pro's about being single, and a list of things that I think are pro's about being in a relationship. I want you to refer to this when you're feeling a little uneasy.</div><div><br /></div><div>First, pro-single (because I think you struggle with this more).</div><div><ol><li>I can go wherever I want, whenever I want. Example: "Kristy, what service are you going to?" Response: "Whichever one I wake up in time for."</li><li>I can eat a spicy and elaborate Thai dish for dinner one night and vanilla yogurt the next.</li><li>"Girls night" is every night, not just once every 6-7 months.</li><li>I only have one set of families to travel to over the holidays.</li><li>I can go wherever I want, whenever I want. Example: "So are you planning on staying in Columbia?" Response: "I don't know, I'll move to Colorado eventually, but I'm thinking about living in Chicago for awhile."</li></ol><div>Second, pro-relationship (because this is a good thing, too)</div><div><ol><li>Built in buddy system. </li><li>Warm and fuzzies.</li><li>First getting to know someone.</li><li>Really getting to know someone.</li><li>Wanting to worry and care about someone because they worry and care about you.</li></ol><div>Like I tell my patients...I'm a glass is half full sort of girl. </div></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567196273387248909.post-45026036432588635582010-02-08T17:27:00.002-06:002010-02-08T17:48:42.746-06:00Spread the love.<div>And by that statement, I'm clearly referring to Hummus.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbf6beJK7WxadNRhz7LoQVzjUP3BWqCd0snavsmjZjBVRMZ7h91QhoIJYk_3dO2rNOJVVlfsB6lVV-VG4RxdHvWjLr0iiVkjKjOWKA3JHOPEvQi663Hthu0438WNl62LwZxktdOllvfTA/s1600-h/Herb+Hummus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbf6beJK7WxadNRhz7LoQVzjUP3BWqCd0snavsmjZjBVRMZ7h91QhoIJYk_3dO2rNOJVVlfsB6lVV-VG4RxdHvWjLr0iiVkjKjOWKA3JHOPEvQi663Hthu0438WNl62LwZxktdOllvfTA/s320/Herb+Hummus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436019053358773362" /></a>And I will eat it in the rain.<div>And in the dark. And on a train.</div><div>And in a car. And in a tree.</div><div>It is so good, so good, you see!</div><div><br /></div><div>Too much? Maybe. But I'm excited because this weekend was my first endeavor into hummus making territory. Hummus making was the sole purpose for the food processor I asked for this Christmas, and although I broke it in well over a month ago, this was my first opportunity to introduce those silver blades to their intended purpose in my life: puree the living daylights out of a bunch of beans. </div><div><br /></div><div>I did it from "as scratch" as possible. Everything from soaking and boiling the garbanzo beans myself to lemon juice straight from the lemon. Was the extra 10 hours of work worth it? Hells yes it was! Have YOU ever had still-warm from the pot hummus? It will change your life. I was licking the food processor bowl like a 7 year old with a cookie battered beater. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a very basic batch of the spread, and I had to run it over to a SB party ASAP, but I spent my drive thinking of all the different things I could add to it in the future. Here are the flavor profile ideas I have so far:</div><div><ul><li>Chili-rustica Hummus </li><li>Pomegranate Hummus (for the LP)</li><li>Pesto Hummus</li><li>Lemon-zing Hummus</li><li>Midnight walnut Hummus</li><li>Peanut butter surprise Hummus</li></ul><div>This could become my weekend ritual. </div><div><br /></div><div>And that's the way it is. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm good!</div><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05796122108759062299noreply@blogger.com3