I originally titled this post How to Make a Kickass Breakfast Sandwich but then I realized you guys probably don’t need step-by-step instructions on how to construct a proper (vegan) breakfast sandwich. Do you? Unfortunately I didn’t realize that until after I finished carefully crafting a novel-length post about the importance of condiments (very important when you don’t have an egg-y component, BTW) and the type of bread you choose. And then I read it one last time and realized I would roll my eyes at the person who published an in-depth how-to for a fucking sandwich. Continue Reading
FAUXNUTS! Because I knew if I called them doughnuts my inbox would receive a steady stream of hate mail for the rest of the week. I was planning on using a nearly identical recipe (plus Bob’s Red Mill egg replacer, a splash of oil, and some almond buttermilk) to make a baked gluten-free doughnut but when I couldn’t find my doughnut pan (there’s a chance it may have accidentally gotten placed in the Goodwill donation pile before we moved) (WHOOPS!) I decided to go a different route. And now I’m here with fauxnuts (AKA wannabe doughnuts). Which, admittedly, aren’t nearly as delicious as a glazed doughnut from Voodoo but the trade-off is that these things won’t leave you with the post-Voodoo bloat and.. that counts for something, right?
Well. It is no exaggeration to say that the past almost-five months have been the weirdest almost-five months of my life. I know I keep saying that but things just keep getting weirder and weirder and my life keeps getting more and more unrecognizable and I spend a good chunk of each day trying to figure out how the hell I got here. To where I am now. Tucked into a funky 680 square foot loft (and another!) in a part of town I said I’d never live in (previously: Cheesman or Die, man), with a triple-net lease and a whole food edibles company so close to launching that it makes my head spin. Continue Reading
Confession: I devoured three (3!) of these cream pops yesterday. In a span of two hours. If you know me, you know that I am very much opposed to counting calories and grams of fat but it’s not difficult to look at this recipe and see that I consumed a good 50+ grams of fat. From a “snack”. In 120 minutes. It turned out to be one of the more terrible decisions (ok, terrible but delicious) I’ve made recently because that fat binge had me in a fat-induced coma by 9PM. And when I woke up this morning, ten hours later, I rolled out of bed feeling like I got hit by a car (I was actually hit by a car once so I don’t use that phrase lightly). It took me a solid minute to waddle down our stairs and in that minute I contemplated throwing the rest of the cream pops in the trash because they’re so good that there’s a 50% chance I’m going to end up in another fat-induced coma later tonight. Continue Reading