It’s October, and in the Pacific Northwest, that means two things:
Grilling season is over.
Brussels Sprouts season is beginning.
We’re made of pretty hardy stuff in the top left corner of the country, and it’s unlike us to let little things like rain and early sunsets to stop us from enjoying the outdoors. However, the weather forecast for today called for sunny and 71 degrees, so I planned to cook one last grand grilled feast for the season, and just in time, because local Brussels Sprouts are coming into season! I started the journey last night, marinating a few slices of tofu in a broth made of Better Than Broth’s no beef broth, balsamic vinegar, Bragg’s, and some black pepper.
Hello, world! Today, I get to talk to you about my favorite cookbook(s)! You may not understand the scale of this undertaking. We have a lot of cookbooks. A lot. Seriously. There are three shelves on our baker’s rack of cookbooks, and we’ve run out of space and started stacking them in front, too.
It was a difficult choice. This is about 1/3 of one shelf.
For today’s prompt, I narrowed it down to three finalists: the Native Foods Cookbook, pretty much anything by Bryant Terry, or the vintage (1958!) Polish cookbook that I found in Portland last year. Every one of them was a contender for solid reasons. I am an oddity in modern American society – fourth-generation born in the U.S., but I can only claim one national heritage: Polish. Therefore, you can imagine how much fun I’ve been having veganizing recipes from Polish Cookery; I wouldn’t be surprised if my grandmother cooked from that book. On the other hand, Bryant Terry’s recipes are astounding – creative, down home cooking for a modern vegan world. Not at all the heritage I grew up with, but an amazing world of food I’ve come to love as an adult. In the end, I decided to cook from the Native Foods Cookbook, if for no other reason than I’ve been obsessively cooking from this book since we got it a few months ago, and every single meal has been phenomenal. Continue reading →
Disclaimer: this isn’t a recipe. It is, however, a very retro dinner.
Mike and I are both really drawn to retro and vintage styles and items. We love the aesthetics from the 1950s & 1960s – Mike loves cocktails and mod and anything atomic in particular, and I can usually be found in full-skirted dresses with a pocketbook and bright lipstick. (Mike hasn’t seen Mad Men yet, but I’m looking forward to watching it with him just so I can see him get all swoony over the clothes and furniture.) Additionally, we’re both defined in a lot of ways by the pop culture of our respective childhoods, adolescences, and young adulthoods. We’re both very nostalgic people, by and large, and really prone to reminiscing and “Do you remember…”. We’re your basic Gen-X cliché, is what I’m saying.
I have an abiding fondness for vintage cookbooks, even if they are loaded with pictures of dead animal parts. I assumed I’d turn to one from my collection to find a recipe to veganize, but then I had a flash of inspiration.