I’m just going to come out and say it, even if it is the day after Memorial Day and it may reveal me to be un-American: I hate mayo. It’s not some kind of partially vegan habit or a holier-than-thou attitude towards a high fat food. I’m not even thinking…
Try my vegan chipotle aioli on your next sandwich
I wish I were some kind of tough all-weather recreationalist, but the truth is, I’m a fair weather outdoors-woman. Rain and gloom have me pouting indoors with a condition which my husband refers to as Weather Head. Symptoms include headache, pessimism and crankiness. Days like these make me think I…
Easy vegan dish suitable for grilling season
I realize my life might be simpler if I ate either meat or something that is supposed to approximate meat. In my last post I described making my own wontons because I missed wonton soup. (As promised, Vegetarian Wonton Soup and Spicy Pan Fried Wontons recipes, below!) In the midst…
Okay, I’ll be honest: sometimes I miss meat. Specifically, pork. When people ask me if I’m ever tempted to order a steak, I can sincerely say no, I am not the least bit interested in a plate-sized slab of beef. It’s not just the horrible images in my mind of…
Vegetarian chili, aside from being the perfect meal for a cold winter day, is also one of my favorites because it happens magically when I’m nowhere near the kitchen. Yesterday evening I was on the floor of the writing room, re-arranging paragraphs of my latest essay that I’d cut into…
Even though I have great admiration for traditional miso soup, I don’t make it at home. The soup that I make has miso paste in it, but is a whole meal with noodles and various vegetables, and is much more suited to my attention-deficit-style of cooking. In Japanese restaurants, miso…
I’m the kind of person who worries before going to dinner at someone else’s house if there’s going to be enough for me to eat. There’s no danger, by the way, of me wasting away. It’s just that I’m mostly vegetarian and also really picky so if I have to…
I ordered first, a cup of the creamy squash soup and a sandwich but, as usual, soon second-guessed myself. “You’re getting a bowl of soup and a sandwich?” I asked my husband Wayne, imagining him still enjoying his steaming bowl of velvety orange soup while I, saving a buck, would…
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