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 →
In the 80s, Wendy’s tried to position itself as the fast food restaurant with more variety and healthier choices than its competitors. Their baked potatoes, smothered in viciously orange cheese sauce and either broccoli, bacon, or more cheese was one of the ways they tried to set themselves apart:
Mike and I thought – both apart and together – about this prompt a lot. We discussed many options, and we each pondered many more. It seemed an impossible choice – sandwiches are pretty much Mike’s favorite food, and we’ve both eaten so many amazing sandwiches that we had no idea how we’d decide which one was the best ever. Breakfast sandwiches, with eggy tofu and bacon and melty cheese and runny Vegg yolk? Grilled macaroni and cheese (this was a contender)? The bacon cheeseburger from Arlo’s in Austin? Buffalo chicken hoagies? Chicken parmesan on grilled sourdough? A vegan Cuban sandwich? Homemade seitan pastrami with mustard and spicy garlic dills? We went on and on, around and around.
Hi, there. Mike here with my first Vegan Mofo post. The lovely and talented Sarra has been keeping us on the level for the last three days, but here is my first offering. Today’s prompt is weird food combinations, which is admittedly a challenging topic. The rise of fusion cuisine has rendered the notion of weird food combinations nearly obsolete. If you can imagine a combination, some trendy chef somewhere has already put them together, and her peers are rapidly following suit.
There will be a post from Mike along in a couple of hours, showcasing our weird food combination dinner. But I couldn’t pass up a chance to talk about a weird food combo that I have loved since I was 17 years old (I’m 42 now, so that’s a quarter-century… dang). Just so you know: there’s nothing healthy after the cut.
Barbecue. Chicken. Pizza. With two kinds of garlic, two cheeses, bacon, and jalapeno. Heck yeah!
I’m going to start with a disclaimer – the way I did this, it wasn’t quick. It was easy and it was really delicious, but I definitely took the long way around. However, it’s incredibly easy to make quickly, if you want or need. Pizza time!