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oatmeal

Not just because it’s awesome in muffins and cookies, but oatmeal can also be used in an old-timey, no-nonsense breakfast treat.

If you know me and my eating habits/quirks, then you might be surprised by my love of oatmeal. Granted, I love MY oatmeal and am too afraid to order it out. (Although one day I was penned into a Starbucks lunch and the only vegan thing they had to offer was the oatmeal and I got through it—they gave me little packets of dried fruit, nuts, and brown sugar to mix in according to my desires.)

I think oatmeal got a pass by always being there. I was raised with it. Growing up I ate those little instant oatmeal packets (apples and cinnamon, maple and brown sugar—you know the ones), and when I first joined the workforce, I ate those grown-up instant oatmeal packets that were made for women only. I don’t know if they’re vegan, but even if they are, I would no longer eat those packets.

Today I employ a pot, a little less water than suggested (for a firmer oat), Bob’s Red Mill organic thick rolled oats, and some special flavorings. I add to my water just a smidge of the following: salt, molasses, cinnamon, and cocoa powder. Then, when it’s done—not done to death—I add some more smidges of stuff: brown sugar and Earth Balance. The result is a full-bodied, complex bowl of loveliness.

I’ll leave you with a shot of just the type of morning I love to start with said oatmeal. Thanks, Portland.

morning portland

I know, whenever I break from vegan food, clothing, sundries, and issues, it’s like I’m always harping on about cancer. Sorry, I just really don’t care for the stuff. It’s one of the 80 reasons I went vegan, and it sucks that for many of us cancer seems a when, not an if.

Well, right now I have a good friend going through treatment and, being an independent businessguy, he could not afford to insure himself. So we’ve started a benefit site and whatnot for him. We’re arts-n-crafting to raise money—you don’t have to give a crap about Jim or his wonky body or even cancer (whatever, jerk)—if you like any of the stuff, then buy it for what it is—every penny goes to keeping him from seeing collections letters until he’s all fixed up. And if you’d like to donate a crafty bit (do you make soap or candles or magnets using vintage magazine ads?), let me know; if you’re in the Portland area, I’ll come pick it up so you don’t have to pay for shipping.

Here’s what we’ve got available right now (people swear they’re busy crafting away, so new stuff should keep coming in):

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This totally handmade (by me) tote features a little birdy singing along with her favorite Scorpions record. The handle (big enough to go over a shoulder) is 2-ply sturdy fabric ribbon. $30 SOLD.

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Here are a couple of cross-stitch projects I’ve done. I sold these two already, but I can make more in a matter of days. $15.

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And from some folks with more talent than myself are a couple of art pieces. The one on the left (11.5×21.5) is $80 and the one on the right (14.5×14) is $65 SOLD.

nicky tshirt
A friend had a friend who had t-shirt connex (see, everybody working together!), so these t-shirts were made for the cheap. They’re Hanes and there are five color combos. Check them out here. $20.

Finally, if you’re in Chicago, Reggie’s is hosting a Nuts to Cancer benefit show next Friday, 11/13. Everyone is donating everything, so this should be a big help (maybe pay for a whole day of chemo). Brian Kelly, American Draft, Rollo Tomasi, Blake Zweig, and Buttz to Nuttz will be playing. Tom and I will be flying out and I’ll be bringing vegan cupcakes decorated in a testicular theme (haven’t figured this out yet—that’s my weekend project).

Honestly, you’d be amazed at how great this is working. Jim is completely humbled by it; we keep hearing “ridiculous” from him. If you’ve got someone in your life going through this sucky a situation, let social networking use its power for good. This whole experience has left me maybe a little less cynical about the good people can do. And that’s saying a lot.

I’ve expressed my love for Red and Black Cafe’s Black Dragon Noodles, but I can’t tell you just how often I eat them. Cheap, filling, and really close to home, these noodles are a gimme when I’m short on time and energy and my tummy starts making growly noises that make my cat run away and hide under the couch.

But it’s the simplest dish in the world—why can’t I make my own? If I can master the  peanut sauce and just have it on hand, what’s boiling up some noodles and cutting up some carrots? It would take about as much time as driving to Red and Black. Easy peasy slap-my-kneesy.

peanut noodles

Or not. I’ve never had peanut sauce aside from this noodle dish. Regular readers are well aware of my distaste of sauced-up foods in general, but this is a very simple and light sauce, more of a whisper of a coating. Most bottled/jarred peanut sauces have scary ingredients in them, and really, the Red and Black sauce tastes like peanut butter, a little oil, some soy sauce (?) and red pepper. No curry, no coconut milk, no nothin’ else. So after hopping around online, comparing recipes, I decided to try one as a jumping-off point.

Ugh, dog balls. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy too salty. After combining peanut butter, chili sauce, Bragg’s, sesame oil, and salt, we took half out and called it a “starter,” throwing it in the fridge for another day, then added a bunch more peanut butter…and a bunch more peanut butter and sesame oil and threw some cayenne in for a clean heat. We finally got it to a place we were happy with and tossed it with noodles (which were also not perfect—kinda gummy), lime juice, cilantro, scallions, and chopped peanuts.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was edible. It could have gone way worse. And there’s hope for tomorrow.

halloween

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That’s me, my brother, and our tiny friends Tommy and Jenny at Sonny Acres in West Chicago, Illinois…probably 1984. You can’t see the kick-ass gold and white satin Jordache jacket I’m wearing. If you were alive then and knew someone as cool as me you’d know there was a horse head on the back with silky fringe for the mane.

You’re getting this vintage photo because I have yet to make any fun halloween treats. Last year I was way more on my game and made bloody cupcakes from space. This year there’s just so much going on and I have no functions to attend or even trick-or-treaters to expect. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a kid in my 120-unit building.

But what if I did? I’d want to give out vegan candy that kids would actually want. You don’t want to be that lame neighbor that gives the off-brand candy. As kids, we always put the weird candy aside as our contribution to the classroom gingerbread house. (As an OCD kid, the weird candy was still fun to count and organize, but I would never eat it.) And of course handmade treats are scary and wrong. What’s a gal to do? Well, PETA put together a list of packaged vegan candy. Just be cool and stay away from Smarties. Oh, you like Smarties? Yeah, you’re alone on that one.

And if you send your vegan kids out trick-or-treating, what do you do with nonvegan candy? Veg Family has a bunch of ideas for you. Honestly, this list is good for everybody—we used to haul way more candy than anybody could possibly eat before it went stale.

I’m going to leave you with one of the darkest, spookiest men in rock and roll giving you a tour of his dark and spooky library. (Are you picking up on my dark and spooky sarcasm?)

snap crackle kakow

rice krispies treats

Look, Mom, just like normal kids! I just whipped me up a batch of Rice Krispies treats using Dandies vegan marshmallows. At first, I’d resigned myself to a tiny, relatively expensive treat, seeing as my $5+ bag o’ Dandies was about half the size of nonvegan marshmallows, but then I noticed the weight on the package. It’s 10 ounces, just like the big nonvegan bag, so I followed the traditional recipe, using a full 6 cups of cereal, and it worked perfectly.

This beat the hell out of my last attempt, with that ricemallow stuff and some kind of healthy crisped rice lookalike. A sad, stale-tasting brick, that was. Today’s treats were spot on, not soggy or crunchy.

If—I mean when—you try this, remember to use low heat. The density causes the Dandies to melt very slowly, but they will melt. Just keep stirring and it’ll get all uniformly gooey.

And is it just me or does a good third of your crispy-mallowy mixture miss the pan entirely and end up in your mouth instead? Come on, I know I’m not the only Snackie Onassis out there.

saint cupcakes

A funny thing happened while I was running errands: I accidentally went to the cupcake shop.

Saint Cupcake isn’t strictly a vegan cupcake shop, but they do have vegan versions of at least chocolate, vanilla, and an additional rotating flavor available every day. Not having been there before, I walked in and asked for “one of each vegan cupcake.” So that’s a chocolate-chocolate, a vanilla-vanilla, and a carrot cake. And they put my sweet little pretties in this super luxe box.

Last night Tom and I split the chocolate and vanilla, in the name of science, and we were both pretty darn impressed with the chocolate—heavy on the cocoa. Tom also gave the vanilla a thumbs-up, but I decided that I don’t think I like vanilla/yellow/whatever cake. I’d made some from VCTOTW and didn’t care much for them but I figured I’d done something wrong, but I didn’t care much for this one either. No bother, I do just fine with my chocolate. Oh, and the carrot! We just split the carrot cupcake a bit ago and both appreciated its spicy sass and fresh, carrot-y goodness.

Of course, cupcakes aren’t difficult to make, but sometimes it’s nice to pick up some treats on the fly. Or to just be lazy and splurge on the convenience. With advance notice Saint Cupcake will also do mini vegans. And they do weddings and ship too.

saint cupcake

kugel

I may have set myself up for failure, but I made it through one forkful and just couldn’t go on.

No surprise here. When I saw the recipe on Diet, Desert and Dogs, I knew it was a longshot, but one worth shooting. If it was a hit, awesome—anything that comes with guaranteed leftovers scores some serious points in my book. But there were silken tofu and very cooked vegetables involved, and you know my texture issues…well, just look at the pre-cooked version.

kugel precook

Sure, lots of things look gross when you’re making them. Like carrot cake; carrot cake batter is super gross-looking but the baked product is friggin’ delightful. So even as I spread this stuff into the pan, trying to ignore the squishy, squeaky sounds it made, I had hope for the future.

Then, once it was done, I looked at it at least once a day for a few days, unable to bring myself to take a bite. Last night, however, Tom said “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve eaten a bunch of that kugel.” Huh. He said it wasn’t gross at all, just that the dill caught him off-guard, since the rest of it was so Thanksgiving-stuffing-y. He expected rosemary and sage. So he used a bunch of sauces—to further confuse the flavor, I guess.

So today was the day. I cut a piece (the one you see up there), grabbed a fork, and steeled myself. And it felt wet, like if you spilled water on cake…or dunked a doughnut in coffee. Ga-ross. Well, Tom can finish it.

It’s not easy being me.

bliss bars!

I pinky-promise I will try a piece of the kugel tomorrow and tell you all about it—Tom’s had some and he says I can do it. It’s just really scary-looking. I’ve never eaten a casserole of any sort, and that sure looks like a casserole to me.

But you know what I did eat today? A Coconut Bliss Dark Chocolate Bar. Best 10 grams of fat ever? If you’re not in my neighborhood, you might want to head to a Whole Foods to find Coconut Bliss; when I talked to them at VegFest, they said Whole Foods picked them up nationally. Silky, creamy, and clean-tasting, it’s the best coconut-milk-based frozen treat I’ve tried.

Sorry this is so short, boys and girls. My crazy weekend has spilled over to today. Tomorrow I’m back in the saddle no matter what. If life even thinks of givin’ me the business I’m gonna give it right back.

I’ve got the kugel in the fridge and I have yet to try it, but I’m having a crazy weekend…promise to give it a try tonight and I’ll let y’all know how it turned out. But for now, here’s a look at the environmental impact of tofu, from Slate. No consideration of animal rights here; it’s just about the greenhouse gases.

If I were an omni reading this post, it would be really easy to dismiss the effect, like it’s not that big a deal if you aren’t normally a big beef eater (yet some pat themselves on the back for buying a hybrid SUV they have no use for). Why not encourage people to eat as much organic, unprocessed, plant-based, not-shipped-in-from-the-other-side-of-the-planet food as possible?

Last night I tried out a new recipe, which I’ll tell you about later today (have to give it a second chance). It was for kugel, and it was a fantastic failure, probably an even split between my botched execution and inability to eat squishy things. But when it’s getting late and your tummy is growling and it’s too late to even order out, the reason why you’re left with no dinner doesn’t matter a whit of a bit. What is there left to do?

soycurl n rice

Soy Curls to the rescue! I had some leftover rice pilaf in the fridge and a quarter bag of Soy Curls in the cabinet. A little fakey chicken broth powder, minced garlic, red pepper, and parsley—and maybe 20 minutes—later, a surprisingly tasty and filling dinner. At around $4 a bag, these things are a pantry powerhouse. As we get into food bank season, I know what I’m adding to my bags, because you know damn well your monetary donation isn’t going toward these. And especially in my area, I know there are vegans at the food banks who are probably sick of beans.

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