Oh, sweet sweetness, did I ever eat my way through my birthday. Nothing beats hangin’ out with my best boy and the other birthday girl, our kitty cat Mädchen. The day held nothing particularly noteworthy aside from the food, so let’s get to it, shall we?
My first attempt at homemade ravioli. I found a vegan pasta dough here and added a bit of salt, ’cause I just don’t trust a recipe that doesn’t list salt. And for the filling I used a head of roasted garlic, a handful of squeezed-out frozen spinach, and enough Daiya to hold it all together, like so:
The sauce is half a can of tomato sauce, half a can of tomato paste, a thinly sliced shallot, and spice, spice, spice. The pasta was a bit thick, but it worked. We used a little more than half of the dough and were stuffed to the gills.
Somehow we defied the laws of physics and made room for dessert. This is VCTOTW chocolate cake. The middle layer is the solid part of a chilled can of coconut milk, a handful of frozen berries, and just a bit of powdered sugar, whizzed up with my stick blender. I smashed some sliced banana in there before slappin’ on the top half of the cake, which I topped with some plain solidified coconut milk. I say damn, baby.
And throughout the night we sipped away at this sparkly berryrific punchy drink—between the lighting and the composition, it looks like I caught them doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. Or like they’re in an American Apparel ad. Annnnyway, this was inspired by a story Tom’s mom told about her birthdays as a child in post-WWII Germany. As tough as life was, they always had strawberry punch on their birthdays. Sounded good so we took a crack at it:
• 1 bottle sparkling wine
• 2 cans ginger ale
• 1½ c frozen berries (blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries)
As the berries melt, they soak up the punch. Summer, meet your mate.