Is something wrong with me?
If given the choice between a bowl of (vegan) ice-cream and a bowl of grated carrots (with flax meal on top!), I will take the carrots.
Yes, really. So I ask again: is something wrong? Because I feel totally normal.
(Image is from here).
Smarter than a goldfish
I’ll take them in red, and in yellow. And then I’ll stop winging about how I can never find good vegan shoes.
Find more shoes here, via the Morale Agency.
Fake ice-cream
Your throat is killing you. You want to eat something cold. You are vegan, which complicates matters. Your freezer is full, but of vegetables and bananas. Wait, bananas?
Here is a quickie reasonably tasty little recipe for a frozen treat I came up with last night, in desperation:
- 1 frozen banana
- 2 ice cubes
- 50 ml soy milk
- 1 tablespoon cocoa powder
- 1 tablespoon of sweetener (maple syrup, rice syrup, or honey if you are a devious vegan with a sore throat)
Blend but not too long. Eat quickly. Done. Sore throat? Still there, but that just means I get to make some more. The glass is half full right!
Stuffed capsicums

I read somewhere a joke that all vegetarians and vegans eat are stuffed capsicums. Ha, ha. If you fancy confirming the stereotype, hit the comments to see how they’re made.

You know what’s good?

Some veganized Anzac cookies and a glass of Bonsoy, that’s what.
Today I got seized by such an urge to eat biscuits that I had to make some, right then. My excuse is that I gave half a litre of blood yesterday, so I am giving myself a pass for the next week or so (about how long I was told it would take me to make it back up).
Recipe in the comments.
Corn crumbed tofu and some dessert!


Not much time and not much inspiration means errrrr… this.
But the little strawberry jam croissants (which I made for knitting night some time ago) were nice. In fact, looking at the picture I am seriously considering making some (even at 9PM, in my tired and grumpy disposition. Amazing.)
Strange nuggets

This was really a strange experience: these things are marketed as ‘faux’ chicken nuggets (another use of French that both annoys me and cracks me up at the same time – don’t ask me to mime that one).
The thing is, they really do taste like chicken, from what I remember. So it’s very disconcerting and bizarre to eat them. I don’t think I can cope with the contradiction of meat-tasting soy protein. Does that make me wimpish?
Recipe in the comments.
Brunches

Sundays are always vegan French toast for brunch (which Christian prefers to the eggy version by the way – just in case anyone was mean spirited enough to imply I was forcing veganized food on him).
And if Saturdays I am motivated you might find me making banana pancakes, because no matter how good it is, eating vegan French toast 2 days in a row, well I couldn’t.
Recipes in the comments.

Comfort dinner

When I’m not feeling good, I need roasted potatoes. Or potatoes in any form.
Recipe in the comments.






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