Vegan MoFo – Gettin’ Down with Brown


The point of this post is definitely not to be like “Look What I Ate!”  Trust me, I am aware that this is not 2007.  But once in a while I get excited about something I’ve made out of whatever stuff I have lying around.

Plus I’m really excited about the little bowl I made today because it fits in with my MoFo theme this week in that it’s full of yummy and under-appreciated brown foods!

Allow me to introduce you to the Brown Bowl (with accents of green of course!):

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You’ve got your quinoa, your steamed kale, tempeh sausage crumbles, and brown rice all in one! (Sorry the image is a little off-center…Wordpress and I are currently having a disagreement over photo-editing.  And of course the rice looks white…sigh.)

Anyway, the bowl.  It’s a super-yummy and healthy option for lunch or dinner!  I suppose it doesn’t technically need a sauce but I like to have one.  Here, I used straight-up sriracha but a tahini sauce would be amazing as well (specifically I’m thinking a sriracha-tahini sauce.  Yeah, I’m obsessed.)

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(And in this one everything is still off-center and looks yellow/orange.  Grr.)

I used the recipe for Tempeh Sausage Crumbles from Vegan with a Vengeance (click for recipe).  As I’ve mentioned before, I’m in the early stages of my tempeh appreciation.  I’m loving this recipe as a cheap and versatile way to incorporate this protein- and iron-rich food into my diet.  Seriously, a single serving of tempeh (1 cup) has 31 grams of protein.  [Source:]  Compare to a serving of steak (3 oz., and who actually eats that little?) which has 23 grams of protein but is also served with an unattractive side of cholesterol [source].

My first go at the tempeh crumbles recipe made enough to feed me for something like 5 meals.  Last week I packed it up with mashed Yukon Gold potatoes (left over from this recipe) and steamed kale.

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I didn’t eat it in little perfect sections obviously.  Here it is, all mixed up like 311:

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Tempeh sausage crumbles…not just for brunch anymore!

Spilling the Greens

Get it?? It’s like beans but…green.  Except not green beans.

I’m tired.

And I’ve been spilling stuff non-stop for the past two days.  This morning I knocked over my bag of chia seeds and they went all over the floor.  Just a minute ago I knocked over my coffee mug at work and it spilled onto a case I had been reading (thankfully just a print out and not an actual court file!).

But yesterday’s spill was the king.  I had hoped to get in to work a little early, so I set up my coffee and prepped my smoothie ingredients the night before.  I was totally jamming and making great time.

I made my pretty purple smoothie:Spill the Greens

1 cup frozen organic strawberries, 1 cup chia gel (1 tbsp. chia seeds + 1 cup water soaked overnight or longer), 1 cup fresh blueberries, 1/2 fresh banana, 1 large collard green leaf, 2 leaves of kale.  [Pause: If I made this again, I might add a touch of liquid sweetener, because my berries weren’t all that sweet.  Resume.]

As I was filling my smoothie cup, I knocked the blender bowl into it and I spilled half (okay maybe like a third) of the smoothie onto the floor.Spill the Greens 012

It was disgusting and surprisingly hard to clean up.  I was not early for work.

Anyway!  I’m getting pretty pumped about Vegan MoFo (that’s the Vegan Month of Food) this year.   I’ve never participated in anything like it before.  And, as is probably crystal clear from scrolling down a few inches on this blog, I don’t publish anything close to 20 posts in a month, ever.  But I have a fun theme in mind, and I’m really excited to challenge myself to be creative and to post very frequently.  It’s starting September 1st this year, and the deadline to sign up is August 28, in case anyone else is interested.

I don’t want to reveal my MoFo theme just yet, but I will say that it does NOT focus on green foods.  I, along with many other herbivores, eat so many greens each and every day that it wouldn’t be all that daring or interesting to do a whole month on green food.  They’ll be there, of course, but not *featured* is all.

To that end, I’m doing a photo dump (or “spill” if you will…see how good I am with themes??) of some yummy green stuff I’ve eaten lately, to get ready to fill my camera up with MoFo pics.

Green Smoothies: nothing new in the blogosphere, but somehow they never get old.  I made this one at home (fresh pineapple, frozen banana, hemp seeds, kale):
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And bought this beautiful thing at Whole Foods:
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My wallet may never forgive me for discovering that Whole Foods has a smoothie and juice bar.  This one is called the Mighty Green and it has unsweetened non-dairy milk (you can choose from coconut, soy, almond, or rice), banana, kale, spinach, avocado, and your choice of fruit (pineapple, mango, strawberries, or blueberries).  The one pictured above was coconut milk and pineapple.  The one below was almond milk and blueberries.

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Despite all of the Halloween decorations you are seeing in stores, it’s still summer, dammit, and basil is calling my name.
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Half the time I go into a store (well, really, a farm stand) with no plan to buy basil, but then its aroma wafts over to me and it’s game over.  I mean, it’s never going to go bad as long as pesto is a thing.  My favorite recipe (and everyone else’s I’m sure) is the Classic Pesto from Vegan With a Vengeance.

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I could eat this every day for the rest of my life and die happy.

I had a buttload of corn and black bean salad leftover from a barbecue H and I hosted at our house.  The original, ultra-simple salad recipe (by Maria Guadagno) can be found here.  I ate some of the leftovers on tortilla chips, and cooked up the rest with some onion, red bell pepper, garlic, and tomato, and added a little lime juice, fresh cilantro, and some additional cumin (because I can never have enough cumin).

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For 3 days I ate it over steamed collard greens, topped with chipotle hot sauce.  Talk about cheap and cheerful!

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I also have discovered this:

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If you like hummus (or “hommos,” I guess?), and you like spinach artichoke dip, you have to try this.  Trust me.  It is creamy and tangy and best of all, dairy free. My favorite way to eat it is spread on crostini (also leftover in droves from this storied barbecue), but regular bread or toast would do just fine.

I want to write a little more about the barbecue H and I had, because I served up a whole lotta vegan food to a bunch of omnivores and it went over pretty swimmingly.  I also found a restaurant in the Boston suburbs that has actually heard the word “vegan” before and I want to give them a write-up too.  I’ll try to get a post on both of these topics up before Vegan MoFo begins.

Make sure you get out and enjoy the last few weeks of summer!!


I’ve been struggling with how to start this post and what to write, and after all the struggle I’ve come up empty.  So I’m just going to jump right in and you’ll have to forgive me if anything seems disjointed or irreverent.  [There is food at the end of the post, to avoid offending any who might be turned off by an off-topic blog post.]

Last Monday, exactly one week ago, was Patriots’ Day/Marathon Monday here in Massachusetts, a state holiday.  As a state employee, I had the day off, and so I kissed my privately-employed husband goodbye as he headed to work and then traveled into Boston on my own to take in some of the festivities surrounding the city’s best day.

I had loose plans to meet up with a friend or two, but I’m also the kind of person who’s completely satisfied with her own company, plus everyone is in a good mood on Marathon Monday and in the five years I have been involved in its celebration I have yet to not make a new friend, or several.  I strolled around Fenway for a while, contemplated buying a ticket to the morning Sox game but decided against it, walked down to Kenmore Square to watch the first wheelchair racers coming through, walked back up to Boston Beer Works to take in the first couple of innings of the game, then left and began what I figured would be a stroll that would ultimately end up at the finish line.

I stopped on Comm Ave. somewhere between Miles 25 and 26, where I happened to notice a street-side gap in the sea of spectators.  There, I made friends with the people around me, who were from France, Texas, Guyana, you name it, and especially with one lady from Georgia, who was in town to watch her husband and a friend run in the crown jewel of all marathons.  We had a blast cheering for runners, snapping photos, and high-fiving all of the servicemen and women who marched past us.  She gushed to me about how much she and her husband loved Boston, what a beautiful city it is, how friendly everyone had been, how amazing and encouraging the atmosphere is along the entire length of the race.

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That’s Marathon Monday.  It is a day like no other.  It is a day when everyone is happy, everyone is friends, everyone loves America and supports their fellow human beings.

Eventually my new friend and I parted ways with hugs and smiles, and I continued my journey down the marathon route, toward the finish line.  It was just about or slightly after 2:00 by this point, and after a few hours of standing and cheering, I was in the mood to sit down and relax for a bit.  I figured it might be fun to post up at one of the bars along Boylston Street where I would be able to see people running down the homestretch of the marathon.

To say it was crowded over there would be the understatement of the year.  The sidewalks were thronged with spectators and all of the bars and restaurants were full to capacity with lines out the door.  It wasn’t anything more than I had expected, but once I was in the vicinity of the finish line, I decided I wasn’t so into the idea of waiting in a line by myself, so I set out to go further downtown, away from the crowds.

On my way there, I saw scores of runners who had already finished, wrapped in foil and smiling broadly as they strolled the streets around the Prudential Center.  I passed police officers who kindly held up traffic to allow runners to cross the street, smiling and saying things like, “You’ve run enough today! Take your time.”  I walked by bars with clapboard signs outside advertising that they were serving Samuel Adams’ 26.2 Brew and inviting runners and their families in for a cold beer and an appetizer on the house.

By the time I reached my destination, a small, very out-of-the-way pub downtown, I was feeling totally content with my day and, as always, full of love for the city.  I sat at the bar and ordered a drink.  Just as I finished paying, I got a frantic phone call from H.  “Are you okay?!?”  “I’m fine…” I began.  This is when I found out that two bombs had just been detonated at the finish line of the marathon, the second one on the corner where I had been standing no more than 15 or 20 minutes earlier.

All I could think about was my friend from Georgia.  Not being familiar with Boston, it would only be natural for her and her group to meet up at some landmark at or near the finish line.  I was haunted by the fact that I would have no way of knowing her fate.

I left the pub and made a beeline for North Station to get on the train and get out of the city.  Outside there was just a cacophony of sirens.  As I ran past bars and restaurants, I saw people huddled around TV’s, shock and awe etched across their faces.  At the train station, there was utter calm, which terrified me more than anything had up to that point.  There were no police, no dogs, nothing.  It was about 3:40 and there was no guarantee that more explosions were not imminent.  I got on the train and prayed furiously that it would leave as I fielded dozens of text messages from concerned family and friends.

The rest of the week went by in a blur.  A mind-numbing, nauseous blur.  I still feel cold all over as I’m writing this a week later.  And I still don’t know what I really want to or can say about it all.

Wednesday night we went into Boston to attend the Bruins game.  On the ride in, I could physically feel the tension of the city closing in on me.  I was nervous and unhappy.  I enjoyed the game, and was moved to be one of the 18,000 voices singing the National Anthem in unison.  I tried to smile, but things still didn’t feel quite right.

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Friday was the worst day.  H and I do not live in a town that was locked down, nor do either of us work in such a place.  It felt so weird and wrong, going to work and knowing that, a ten minute drive away, a force of thousands pursued a suspected terrorist despite immediate and lethal danger. I was disturbed not just by how imminent that danger was, but for how long it was imminent.  Following that manhunt was so incredibly terrifying, exhausting, and psychologically draining for us all.

When I left work on Friday, they still hadn’t caught the guy.  This terrified me.  With that much time elapsed, if he had managed to slip the net despite all of that police force and had been traveling all day on foot, it was entirely possible that he could have reached the suburban areas outside of the lockdown zone, including my town.  I wish I could tell you that I wasn’t frightened and that I didn’t go into my house, draw all the blinds, and lock all the doors and windows, but I was, and I did.  That may have been the worst part.  I felt like my terror meant that, despite everything, those bombers had won.  It was sickening.

Friday night, when it was FINALLY over, I felt nothing.  Because it’s not over, not at all.  So many people are still in the hospital.  Krystle Campbell’s funeral is today. Families have been destroyed.  Marathon Monday will happen again, of course.  It’ll be bigger than ever, most likely.  But it will never be the same.

On Saturday, I didn’t feel like doing anything, really.  H and I went for a run and then I made brunch for us.  This was my first attempt at reclamation of some shred of normalcy.

I made Fettle Vegan’s Corned Bean Hash (recipe here) as well as Isa Chandra’s Perfect Pancakes, featured in both Vegan Brunch and Vegan with a Vengeance.  We ate these with maple syrup that we bought in Vermont last month, when it had literally just been bottled, such that the jug was hot to the touch.

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I really highly recommend both of these recipes.  I am not a big believer in “comfort food” in the sense of eating to make oneself feel better, but in this particular case, the comfort was absolutely there.  The hash makes a great dinner too.  I actually made it for the first time on Thursday night for dinner (because I had a potato that was screaming SOS) and repeated it for brunch Saturday because I loved it so much.

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Served with collard greens that were steamed and then dressed up with a little garlic salt, black pepper, red pepper flakes, and a squeeze of lemon juice:

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The postscript to this story is that I got a text message from my Georgia friend on Tuesday morning wanting to make sure I was okay.  I was so thankful to hear from her and expressed my apologies that her visit to Boston had been marred in such a hideous way.  She responded as follows: “We love Boston and we will come back! We will not let this horrible tragedy keep us away.  Praying for your beautiful city.”

And that, rather than the t-shirts and the chanting and the countless reassurances from politicians, is how I know that we will go on.

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