- Turkish Eggplant Casserole with Tomatoes (Imam Bayildi)
- Gluten-Free Is Me: Healthy Sesame Chicken with Broccoli
- Quick and Easy Gluten-Free Bread Recipes For Every Day of the Week (+ A Giveaway!)
- Spaghetti Squash Chow Mein with Shitakes and Bok Choy (Gluten-Free)
- Feeding Friends: Oven Baked Ribs with Tex-Mex BBQ Sauce
Health, Hedonism & All the Delicious Things In Between
Category Archives: Meatless Monday
One of the first blog posts I ever wrote, way back in 2008, was about chili. In a cozy corner of my 4th floor walk-up, I had hatched the idea to challenge my friend Keith to a chili cook-off. No doubt wine or beer was involved, which had made both of us extra braggadocious. And as a result, two weeks later, 40 of our closest friends and allies crammed their way into said 4th floor walkup to sample two dueling chilis. We each presented our pots, and right away, a subtle gasp erupted from Keith’s corner. Those with a male genitalia looked at each other in horror, and whispered in full outdoor voices: “a vegetarian chili?!! No she didn’t…”Yes. I. Did.
Last year, my idea to execution ratio was dismal. I had so much planned for the blog, and followed through on very little of it. Among the notebook scrawlings and mid-subway ride sticky notes started: a beginner’s guide to organ meats (they really help your organs!), a wellness-project style investigation into the best natural tooth care, a collection of lactation recipes for new moms, a homemade beef jerky how-to, and a series of back pocket creamy soups for every season. I decided that my theme for 2017 is going to be action. And the first step to chipping away at that blog to-do list is this vegan butternut squash soup. The big reason why so many of my ideas—especially the wellness-related ones—got swept to the wayside is that I spent most of the year with my head underwater working on … Continue reading
If I told you that I spent my first few years of life in Greenwich Village, you’d think it was the chic-est of childhoods. In the 80’s, however, downtown Manhattan had a much different vibe. You were much more likely to find a used condom or discarded needle in the Bleecker Street sandbox than a stray Marc Jacobs handbag receipt or Magnolia cupcake wrapper. My parents love reminiscing about the time they were feeding me in my highchair when I let out an enthusiastic giggle and pointed to the countertop, where a massive rat was helping himself to scraps from the cutting board. There were still many charms, mind you. My green-haired preschool teacher, and the rock candy from Cowgirl Cafe that I’d get to eat after class were among the highlights. But when a work opportunity presented itself in … Continue reading
Blogging is such a different ball game than it was when I started in 2008, from the dark corner of my corporate cubicle I launched my first site on a whim. It was supposed to chronicle the high high’s and low lows of entertaining friends in a pint-sized New York City kitchen, with far too many people crammed around a coffee table in my fourth-floor walk-up. The question I was trying to answer was not just how to get creative with flavor combinations, but how to cook meals with no money for high-end steaks or fancy spice blends, no time to make a formal three-course dinner, and no counter space for bulky food processors or stand mixers. I didn’t even own a ladle. At the time, I didn’t see anyone out there in the food world who spoke to me. So … Continue reading
Though my year-round Pad Thai addiction has gotten considerably better since the wellness project, the time that my internal takeout monster is most likely to rear its ugly head is right after Thanksgiving. For starters, I’m so over cooking. And after a few meals of exercising the microwave start button, I am subsequently so over turkey. And gravy. And American homesteading food in general. What I crave is the polar opposite. Exotic things like stir fried pork and green beans, sesame noodles, Vietnamese pho, or chicken tikka masala.
Charlie and I have been in a holiday stalemate since we started dating. One that will for the first time be broken next week. This is the first year we’ll spend Thanksgiving together down at his family’s house in South Carolina. And it’s only the second time in history that I won’t be gathering around the Lapine family table. I’d say it’s a compromise, but Charlie has also made it clear that he will return this favor never. Charlie is as attached to his family traditions as I am mine, and sadly the jews in Connecticut may never be able to replicate some of these cultural differences. It’s true that our pre-dinner activities do not involve duck hunting. Our turkey usually isn’t shot on the property. And our family punch does not include sweet tea, though the main drink of … Continue reading
This sweet potato cauliflower soup has been with me through a lot in the last few days. It filled my anxious, hopeful stomach on Monday night (covered with an H-shaped hemp seed logo) as Charlie and I made a plan to go to the polls together. It soothed the heartbreak and confusion I felt yesterday, when my nerves couldn’t handle anything more complex or indulgent in celebration of my birthday. And it’s what I ate for lunch this afternoon as I tried to puzzle through what role my voice plays in this national conversation, during my 31st year of life and beyond. It was the first birthday that I dreaded waking up. But as the day went on, I realized how fortunate I was. It was a dark day for everyone, even for those who were on the other side … Continue reading
After the last week (er, month?) of Halloween candy, I’m guessing we could all use a marinated kale salad recipe right about now. I was the Demogorgon who stole Halloween this year, and am embarrassed to say that I didn’t even manage to secure the Pantone chips for a lame last minute 50 shades of grey costume. My Violette Beauregarde and Marsha Brady ideas will have to wait until next year (yes, I got the last one from Taylor Swift’s instagram…don’t judge me). I did, however, deeply enjoy being a voyeur, especially now that I actually live in a building big and bougie enough to support trick or treating. When Charlie and I moved into our new apartment in February, the doorman said his nickname for our residence was “kids and dogs.” And while most of the time that combination … Continue reading
It’s fairly well documented that I have a serious Thai takeout addiction. Back in the day though, it was far more common for the contents of my red and white to-go boxes to include mooshoo pork and vegetable chow mein. My love of noodles runs deep, and as a semi-hyperactive 11-year-old, that meant that I basically inhaled my chow mein in one continuous mouthful. You would think that the lack of chopstick finesse would slow me down. But it just meant I used them more as a shovel, making sure that the noodles remained in one tangled mop, and my mouth kept moving. That’s not an exaggeration. One time I actually ate my vegetable chow mein so fast that I got up from the table and proceeded to regurgitate the entire meal into the kitchen sink. If that sounds disgusting, don’t worry. … Continue reading