Yep, it’s food porn.
Ding ding! Round three! The Virtual Vegan Potluck is such a wonderful highlight in my blogging world. It’s amazing that so many bloggers get together and make this whole thing happen! There’s 169 bloggers from around the world this time. Of course, there’s a few superheroes at the helm that keep us all in check: Annie at An Unrefined Vegan; Somer at Vedged Out; and Jason at Jason and the Veganauts. Hurrah and huzzah to these lovely folks! It must be like dealing with a huge class of kindergarteners.
And this time I’m doing a dessert—homemade Schnickers Bars—after two rounds of main courses. If you want to check those out, they are here and here. I’m happy to say that you can make this a raw vegan dish, but I used roasted salted peanuts and roasted peanut butter, so it’s not technically raw. You could make this paleo by subbing the peanuts for almonds, but I didn’t have time to do that. But at the rate these treats are going to get eaten, I’ll have a chance to try that out very soon. Continue reading
I was going to post about my trip to San Francisco last week, detailing all the great food I ate and what I learned about my stomach’s reactions to certain things, but the heatwave in SoCal this weekend has totally trumped that post.
It’s been a long, hot summer here in Orange County. Which is fine, but we don’t usually get hit with any temps over 80 degrees F here on the coast. I mean, it’s part of the price we pay to live here, I thought, our payback for dealing with all the tourists leaving garbage in front of our house. (Really, people? Were you raised by wolves?) Continue reading
Caramel and chocolate—a close second to peanut butter and chocolate!
I meant to post this last weekend, but it was a crazy few days filled with boring Quickbooks data entry, a visit to an awesome vertical farm in Laguna Canyon, drinks with my parents, two kids’ parties, a run around Lido Island and a stop at the Newport Beach farmer’s market.
You might be wondering how my paleo-style diet’s going, seeing as how these brownies are not on the menu at all, and I’m happy to say it’s going well. I made the brownies for the Laguna Beach Public Works Department, as they rescued my iPhone from certain death in a storm drain. Yes, I managed to drop my iPhone during a run which, combined with some unfortunate timing, bounced off my foot and straight down a storm drain. Continue reading
Cool, raw and delicious.
So, nobody ever dares make me a birthday cake, and I don’t blame them. It’s tricky with my dietary restrictions, plus I guess all my baking makes a few people a little hesitant to make things for me. Although my dad did make a vegan carrot cake for me once—it was tasty, but the presentation was hilarious, mainly because he plopped it down in front of me, saying: “And that’s what you get when you don’t make frosting with real butter!” Yes, the frosting appeared less than perfect, but it was all delicious. And I loved him for making a vegan cake for me!
This year I made my own, and about a month after my birthday. What with all the celebrating, I didn’t really have a chance before that! Continue reading
Since the Tiny Kitchen is in a state of Big Disarray, and not ready for a full blog, I decided I’d post some pics of back when I was Elevenses Bakery. I was reminded of it by Deb Brunson, who is in culinary school and last week (or this? I can’t remember, and I haven’t had time to keep up with my fellow bloggers) was focusing on cakes and frostings.
When I got my tonsils out a few years ago, they gave me Percocet for the pain, which was lucky for me as they forgot to mention they’d be taking out my adenoids as well. I woke up feeling like I’d gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson (although my ears were fine and unbitten), and although the pain took the focus off my throat, I needed that Percocet.
And in my lovely Percocet haze, I came up with Elevenses Bakery. (Click on the link for more info on Elevenses!) The concept, the branding, everything. Continue reading
Our neighbors, and friends, went away a week or so ago. I call them Pal and Am, fondly, but they are really Al and Pam. We have an arrangement with them where we watch each others’ cats when any of us are out of town, but this time Cookie, their older cat, was a little under the weather. I won’t go into details, but I did suggest trying to give her some puréed pumpkin.
I didn’t promise it would work, which is good, because neither of the cats even tasted it. The potassium I was supposed to give Cookie was nasty—if it tasted anything like it smelled, the poor girl was in trouble. Luckily, the poor kitty’s bad day was someone else’s delicious baked treat… Continue reading
There’s two reasons why I named the post the way I did: One, these treats were so easy to make it’s not even funny. I may never buy them again. Two, The Husband is hilarious.
I love this blogging thing—I am so inspired by my fellow bloggers! I want to make almost everything they do, but alas, that “work” thing gets in the way. But this one I had to try.
Not only does “In Pursuit of More” have a great concept, which you’ll have to read about here, she also makes great food with a less-is-more attitude. When I saw these peanut-butter cups, I knew I had to make them. Continue reading