Monday, 12 July 2010

Blueberry Smoothie- Veganluscious

Blueberry smoothie that is dairy free and vegan
Blueberry smoothie- dairy-free gluten-free chill.

Wilting from the heat? I've got a deep blue chill for you. Dairy-free. Easy as pie. Cool as a blueberry. I'm emancipating this recipe from the archive depths because it's just too luscious to get lost in 2007, never to be slurped again.

What does a brave and spunky vegan girl do when she is suddenly famished and her Crowded House whistling husband is scrambling up some free-range eggs and cheese for brunch? I'll tell what you do.

You reach for your power tools.

You haul out the Vita-Mix and thank your twinkling stars you have a bag of organic frozen blueberries in the freezer. You grab the carton of organic almond milk. You dip into the Nutribiotic vanilla rice protein powder. You smile slyly. You sprinkle in some stevia. 

You switch the button to HIGH and sigh.

You froth with pleasure.

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Thursday, 8 July 2010

Gluten-Free Almond Flour Cookies

A stack of gluten free almond cookies
Almond flour cookies with the nutty crunch of pecans.

Almond Flour Cookies

Here I am again. Baking cookies. It's one way I cope with the world. Which, in case you haven't noticed, is totally moon bat crazy. So what do you do? The older I get the more I let go. And it's not just letting go of the obvious stuff, like that box of canceled checks from your first marriage or those hideous platform shoes you bought after seeing Saturday Night Fever. I'm letting go of things I once cherished. Stuff I used to believe. Opinions. The Right Way To Do Something. Why?

Because the older I get the less convinced I am that I know what is best. Sometimes it's hard to tell. I know from experience that the best laid plans can will often fail. And that sheer dumb luck can plop in your lap and splatter you with an unbidden opportunity. I've lived long enough to see the truth in my favorite line from Little Big Man. Sometimes the magic works, sometimes it doesn't. So I don't grasp anything too tightly anymore. 

Which brings me to Cheez Doodles and why you need to let go. 

My grandmother was a saver. The type of woman who, if you gave her a pretty new night gown, she'd just stuff it in the closet and never wear it. She'd go on wearing her crusty pink K-Mart gown. The one with mysterious brown stains down the front of it.

If you asked her, Why don't you wear the new nightgown we gave you? she'd swat away your question and begin rummaging around her kitchen cupboards. Rooting for food objects. To give you. A prize to take home. A dented can of baked beans from the reduced shelf at Walgreen's. Candy canes from Christmas past. And yeah. Cheez Doodles.

One particular visit, on our way out the door, my grandmother turned in the February light that slatted through beige vinyl blinds and stared at my two sons- twelve and nine at the time. 

You hungry? she barked. The boys shrugged. Take these, she told them, thrusting a giant bag of Cheez Doodles in their direction. The youngest carried the bag to the car. It was bigger than his head. We buckled in and drove off.

Can we open the Cheez Doodles? 

Steve and I looked at each other. Well. It's risky, I warned. God only knows how long she's been hanging on to those. 

Smell it first, offered the oldest. They tore the bag open in unison. And that's when it hit us.

The SMELL.

The most duodenum wrenching rancid odor you could imagine. Filling the car's interior in an instant, thanks to the car heater cranked on high. Accompanied by - of course!- Seal's Kiss From a Rose on the radio.

That is some serious heinous-ity, gasped my husband, rolling down the window for some air. 

I think the expiration date expired, offered one son.

Smells so funky, said the other.

Close the bag, I yelled. Have mercy on us!

After airing out the car we rolled up the windows. 

Why does she keep old stuff? my son asked. Yeah. What good are old Cheez Doodles? said his brother.

Exactly! said I.


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Monday, 28 June 2010

Carob-Almond-Banana Smoothie

Carob and banana smoothie that is vegan and dairy-free delicious
Almond milk smoothie with carob and banana.

It's the little things in life. So they say. And today I would agree- wholeheartedly, in fact, with every rebel piece of my dairy-free chocolate verboten heart. The heart that beats without the comfort of gluten, without the silky swirl of cream, without the sexy burn of Tapatio sauce and raw red onion. The heart that misses Penne Arrabiata and roasted tomato salsa. The pragmatic heart that now beats on a mission, to quell this monkey gut of mine long enough to heal a stubborn duodenal ulcer.

And that is why, Babycakes, no chocolate will grace my tongue. Or peppermint tea (which I drank by the gallon to calm said monkey gut). Apparently chocolate and mint exacerbate little things like hiatal hernias. And, oh yeah. Holes in your duodenum. 

The things you learn. Better late than never.

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Gluten-Free Blueberry Crumb Cake

Gluten-Free Blueberry Crumb Cake Recipe
Blueberry crumb cake- gluten-free summer goodness.

Coffee cake for the road.


Sometimes in life- when you least expect it- the stars are kind. Synchronicity smiles. And disparate pieces of your dreams bump up against one another and nestle snug into place. I'm referring, of course, to my dream of California. Summer by the Pacific, walking the beach, shopping the Farmers' Market, reuniting with my sons. Cooking. Writing. Haunting book stores and coffee shops.

I've been trying to get there for two years.

No, the house hasn't sold yet. But Plan B is under way. We found the elusive summer rental. Just when I thought it wasn't going to happen. A sublet in Santa Monica. In the nick of time. A lovely, light filled creative space. With a sweet kitchen. So I am back to making lists, mapping our drive south to Flagstaff, AZ, turning west to aim for the coast. I am lying in the dark alert, at 3 AM, pondering not the mysteries of the collective unconscious, not the properties of desire and effect, quantum attraction and Zen detachment, but favorite flavors of chocolate chip cookies. I am imagining herbed sandwich wraps (recipe soon!). Bags of salted popcorn. iTunes playlists. And this, a new blueberry cake recipe I felt inspired to bake. With a cinnamon crumb topping.

I think it's perfect to pack for a two-day road trip, don't you? Or even a two minute trip, scooting across the back yard barefoot to visit your best friend and neighbor. She'll make the coffee. Or iced chai. While you unrap the cake you get to eat, too.

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Saturday, 26 June 2010

I Spy: At Santa Monica Farmers' Market

Fresh lavender at the Farmers' Market.

My favorite childhood book- hands down- was Harriet The Spy. Have you read it? Harriet- the anti-heroine- helped change my life back in the Dark Ages. It was 1964 and girls were expected to giggle and take ballet and dream of party dresses. We were encouraged to walk with books on our heads to cultivate a ladylike gait, and practice buttoning the baby teeth pearls on our slim white gloves with nimble, dainty fingers. 

But, as you may have guessed, I was neither dainty or particularly infatuated with the girly stuff of being a girl. I was bored to tears with feminine training. I didn't long to be an object that was admired. I wanted to actually do something. To create something. I wanted to be Harriet the Spy. I bought a notebook just like Harriet, scribbled down stories and drew pictures. I created a world. It was my book of secrets. 

Today I roam the streets of Santa Monica with an iPhone. I take pictures. I walk and look and catch snippets of conversation. I photograph street life and shop windows, found art and empty spaces. The iPhone is my notebook now. I am recording my observations. 

And today, here is what I saw. Hope you enjoy it.


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Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Easy Gluten-Free Baguettes

How to use Pamela's gluten-free bread mix for easy French style baguettes.
How to make a rustic, easy gluten-free baguette.

Why do you always crave the things you can't have? 

Is it because desire dims upon acquisition? Is it the crusty chestnut that the chase is more interesting than the catch? Do we simply take for granted the things we hold, the things we use, the things we eat, day after day? Familiarity breeds perhaps not contempt but a subtle numbness. We slowly turn off to the everyday beauty, the generosity of the simple luxuries in our life. It seems to me a form of forgetting. A spiritual amnesia that coaxes us into believing we want what we don't have. And we neglect to appreciate what we do possess.

Which brings me, I'm sorry to say, not to any esoteric mystery, but. To bread.
here's why. While I do - truly - appreciate (and have, for years) the convenience and kind-to-my-tummy nutrition that an organic brown rice cake offers me as a humble, gluten-impaired celiac, I frankly admit that it is difficult to conjure any semblance of passion, or for that matter, what I would describe as desire, for this go-to celiac snack food. Yes, these foamy chewy discs have saved my life on more than one occasion. Yes, I keep a bag of them in the car at all times. Just in case. And yes, I am grateful for their existence on this fragile planet.

But I have never daydreamed about rice cakes.

I have never painted Still Life with Rice Cake.

Or written a poem about one.

Though come to think of it, I have photographed a rice cake. In the car. With my iPhone.

It does sport a  certain beauty all it's own it. In its own quirky, ricey way.



But it's not a baguette. It's not a rustic, crusty, warm from the oven loaf of golden goodness. It doesn't go with wine. And it's not a good match with garlicky olive tapenade. So as much as my bruised and enlightened heart can embrace a rice cake and accept my gluten-free fate in a quasi-Zen go with the flow sorta way, there is a longing I have nurtured for the last eight gluten-free years. A deep, unfulfilled desire.

The truth is, Darling- I miss a long, slender, warm, fresh baguette.

Now don't get all Freudian on me. I'm still talking about bread here. And as far as bread goes, we gluten-free folks have much to appreciate. Even revel in. There's this recipe for delicious gluten-free bread. And this multigrain recipe with cornmeal kick to it. We're no longer as deprived as our earlier, last century celiac counterparts in the bread department. We can make cheese sandwiches.

But lately I've been dreaming of the continental culinary jewel known as the baguette. A mainstay in every student's romance repertoire (if you were an art student, especially; if you majored in accounting or football, the allure of a blanket, baguette, a bottle of wine and thou may not have blipped on your radar screen, and that's truly a shame and a deficit you ought to repair this very minute- go!). And not only dreaming. I've been actively craving an olive tapenade and the classic vehicle to smear it on.

So I experimented with what I had on hand- a bag of Pamela's Wheat-Free Gluten-Free Bread Mix. I could have mixed my own flours, it's true. But it was late in the day when the burning desire hit. And Yours Truly just wanted to whip up a pre-dinner rendezvous comestible.

To quench my unbridled yearning.


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Thursday, 17 June 2010

56 Things To Remember



 What She Said


On the eve of my last birthday I wrote a post- Fifty-five Things I've Learned in 55 Years. Well, Babycakes. June is here again. There's another candle on the gluten-free cake. And fifty-six things I want to talk about. Or more accurately, remember. To remind myself. Because at my age? Remembering is an art not a science. So write this down. It's important.

You know what they say.

Here today, gone maƱana.

56 Things To Remember:



1. Make a To Do List. That way, when you find it in the bottom of your purse next month, you'll have something to read while you're standing in line buying tube socks. Which by the way, was never on your list.

2. What's done is done.

3. Breathe. I'm serious. Take a deep breath now. You don't want to get schpilkis.

4. You are not what you eat. And you are not what you don't eat, either.

5. Some people are velvet hammers. They slipcover their will with flattery and soft persuasion. And some people are just hammers. Both strategies leave a mark. Back away slowly.

6. You'll feel better after taking a walk.

7. Momentum is not a reason to get married.

8. It's not the thought that counts. Whoever said that was one cheap bastard.

9. There is no self. So whose schpilkis is this? (See thing 3.)

10. Opinions are only sometimes interesting.

11. The truth is out there. But sometimes the truth hurts.

12. It's really not about you. Seriously.

13. Give up soda. You'll lose six pounds in a year.

14. There are certain people who bring out the best in you. Just being around them raises your game, makes you a better version of yourself. Stick close to them.

15. Diet is a four letter word.

16. Estrogen is a mind altering drug. Ovaries should come with a warning label.

17. You probably need to drink more water. Right?

18. Introversion is not a pathology. We simply value content. And the time and space to think about it. Quiet time feeds us.

19. Toss out dried herbs and spices after a year. If you've had 'em that long, Babycakes, they're a pale imitation of their original selves.

20. Control strangles love.

21. Possible side effects include stomach pain, headache, flatulence, sudden drops in IQ, and the proclivity to insert one's foot in one's mouth.

22. If your gluten-free bread collapses, you've used too much liquid. Or not baked it long enough. Or your oven is wonky.

23. Crow's feet are sexy.

24. Eat more dark chocolate. I said so.

25. Posing for pics, don't face front forward. Turn your shoulders and hips to one side. Unless you've just eaten a big bowl of guacamole.

26. Use the slow cooker year round- not just in winter. In summer it helps keep the kitchen cool.

27. The most potent sexual organ is your heart.

28. Baking bread makes a house feel like a home.

29. Don't believe the Hype.

30. Just be yourself. You'll save us all time.

31. Moisturize your ear lobes. When you're sixty, you'll thank me.

32. Limit your exposure to haters. Hate is contagious.

33. Buy yourself flowers. You're allowed.

34. Leave room for improvisation.

35. Changing your mind demonstrates you use your brain.

36. Be a person not a brand.

37. Let go of those who whittle you down, little by little, to fit you into their smaller experience of the world.

38. If you haven't worn something in a year, donate it.

39. With each new blog post, painting, photograph, song, book, movie or poem, you'll run the risk of losing half your audience. See thing #12.

40. Some days it's hard to be a human being.

41. Simmer cinnamon sticks, orange peel and cloves to clear the air.

42. Trying to fit in rarely works out. You can try it on for size, but the chafing will leave a mark.

43. Yesterday's solution is today's problem.

44. Don't bother matching accessories. No one cares.

45. Putting a box of baking soda in the fridge does nothing but take up space. And cost you $1.69.

46. Don't ask. Just don't.

47. We all have our quirks and foibles.

48. Every vice has its virtue.

49. If you're attracted to a Bad Boy it's likely a sign you're too dutiful and diligent in your life.

50. Toast and tea can save you.

51. Ridicule is easy. Creating is hard.

52. Air fresheners don't freshen the air. They make your house smell like the dryer sheet aisle at Ralph's.

53. Know thyself. So someone else can see you.

54. Taste the edible flowers, scattered in the salad days. Neil Finn said that.

55. Be here now. Unless you're planning on bi-locating.

56. In the end? It's the blink of an eye.



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