Ok normally I am a dessert is my favorite course kind of gal. What can I say, this one has a sweet tooth; at times it seems like the only tooth I’ve got.
But last week during my dinner ay Candle, the main course stole the show. 100% vegan. Ok I will admit it, I have toyed around with the idea of going animal product free more than once. I even lasted 14 whole days last August until I got so wrapped up in the need for an ice cream cone that I caved. There are definitely days I eat vegan and days I stray far far away. That being said whenever a restaurant that boasts this characteristic is on the books fora visit I get excited. I mean, it takes immense skill to cook food sans animal anything that tastes better than the majority of foods I’ve eaten in my life.
Candle succeeded and then some. I wasn’t even all that hungry and I finished this massive plate. My fork was a magnet to the flavor. Hook line and sinker, give me more. The creamy luscious mac and cheese, the succulent barbecued seitan, the heart chili, and the salty spicy corn, I mean who could resist.
It’s funny but it’s true; this Southern gal had a damn near perfect replica of the food she grew up on at a restaurant that used none of the products the South is known for. I felt more at home during the course of this meal than I have since my last visit. And believe me, Nashville isn’t exactly teeming with vegan hot spots. Those tastes, though, well they brought me back.
A week is not complete without some kind of dinner involving sweet potato. Bonus points if there is fresh avocado and salsa involved.
This is my version of Tex Mex nachos, heavy on the flavor and light on the guilt. Mondays are tough. Monday day night dinners do not have to be.
Summer time makes me thirsty. That sticky humidity, the bright sunshine, the heat- yes we are in the dog days all right. And I don’t know about you, but when I am in a state of perpetual perspiration, a big ole bowl of noodles does not sound appetizing. I dream in smoothies, juices, ice cream floats, and milkshakes. Mastication is over-rated when the temperature rises. Continue reading
A nontraditional work week has its benefits: Sunday night is the new Saturday night. There is nothing quite like knowing that while the rest of the world unwinds from a nice weekend, yours is just beginning. A smug little secret I revel in admittedly–sometimes pride is fun!
A fresh pineapple juice enjoyed after work is over
along side a plate full of Good Enough To Eat’s migas, scrambled eggs and peppers atop tortilla strips served alongside griddles flour tortillas.
Happy Sunday that is Saturday to me.
That’s one beautiful pie-the piles of melted pepperjack cheese, the wilted spinach, the sprinkling of feta. I know, you’re expecting me to tell you all about how I made it, the steps to take, the insider’s tips, the nitty gritty.
Brace yourselves, it was not I who crafted this pizza fit for kings. It was Chris (who was featured in The Wall Street Journal Style this week), my star pupil. You see, I went on a girls night date and left him to fend for himself. God bless his soul-this usually translates to pb and j’s and string cheese. Imagine my surprise when I arrived home to a clean kitchen, the lingering smell of melting cheese, and a camera full of pictures of a pizza I did not consume. It was a dream come true. My boyfriend had transformed into a true food aficionado, making, photographing, and then enjoying his culinary project, even if only for an evening, and even if he overdid the cheese. Continue reading
It was a clean out the fridge kind of a dinner because some wednesdays are just sporadic like that.
As it turns out a baked sweet potato, a pickle, a fried egg, a few pop chips and some steamed spinach is just the kind of evening combination my belly enjoys.
There are few things in this world I am certain of:
I stand firm that everything tastes better with a fried egg on top!
Fact: when life hands you a Le Creuset casserole dish you make (almost) vegan mac n cheese.
And at the very end you throw in some feta because who says you have to be one thing or the other, why not do both!
You better believe we celebrated Cinco de Mayo, crafto de mayo style!
Beth, Celia, Chris and I sat around our living room floor amidst a big pile of goodies and created until our hiney’s could take hard wood no more.
Lucky for us there was a cookie intermission. Hello whole wheat chocolate chip oatmeal yum yums. I used the same recipe from the Joy of Cooking as last week, subbing in dried prunes for a bit of flavor difference. Same recipe, different cookie texture, just as delicious. Oh baking, how you perplex me!
I am still finding glitter all over our apartment. Luckily I never minded myself a right nice sparkle.
Flatbread spread thick with roasted pepper eggplant compote, sprinkled with spinach, dotted with feta, and topped with a poached egg.
My kitchen is my new favorite tapas bar. And the best part, no reservations necessary!
It’s been a slamming sammy week round these parts (read: I have been beyond crazy busy pushing my hunger to the last-minute limits; sandwiches deliver fast and filling results)! Continue reading
The downside of having such a talented and diligent fiancée is that sometimes he works a little too hard. From what I gather, he is a hot commodity around the ole architecture studio hence the sadly familiar “we need you to stay late” plea we have both become rather used to.
I dined alone tonight. And I will be frank with you, I don;t like dining alone. I like discuss the meal, talk flavors, talk texture, talk spice. I like to speak between bites. Hell, I even like to steal a forkful from my dining companions plate here and there. Fact: it’s impossible to swap bites when there is only one plate. Fact again: talking to yourself is rather one-sided.