Month: May 2014
Mango, Ginger & Blueberry Smoothie
In the Vitamix this morning: a handful of frozen mango, 1/4 cup frozen blueberries, a bit of fresh ginger & some chia seeds. Amazing, decadent, delicious.
Describe Your Body in One Word
Thanks to Fat ‘n Forty for bringing this to my attention! I watched the trailer and it looks like a compelling take on body image — except for one big, fat glaring oversight: there are no women of color featured in any of the interviews. That’s quite a shame and I hope the final documentary is more diverse and inclusive.
BBQ Brussels Sprouts & Baked Yam with Calvados
One of those nights where I’m too tired to cook anything complicated. Still in the final throes of grading. Craving ribs due to some tweet I saw about BBQ joints on Long Island but couldn’t actually work up the desire to eat meat, though. Had just enough energy to make this simple, delicious and vegan meal instead. The Calvados – a gift from my lady – transformed the simple yam into a sophisticated accompaniment / dessert / nightcap in one fell swoop.
BBQ Brussels Sprouts & Baked Yam
Serves 1
Ingredients
BBQ sauce
1/4 cup ketchup or tomato paste
1/4 cup chopped bell pepper
1 tablespoon EVOO
sea salt
black pepper
1/4 cup apple cider vinegar or balsamic vinegar
5 dashes worcester sauce
Baked Yam
1 yam
nutmeg
cinnamon
sea salt
coconut sugar
Optional: Calvados
Directions:
Preheat oven to 400. Wash yam. Poke with fork. Bake for 40 minutes.
Meanwhile, boil Brussels sprouts until tender. Set aside.
Combine all ingredients for the BBQ sauce in a small sauce pan. Cook for about 8 minutes. Turn off the heat.
Toss the Brussels sprouts in the sauce. Cut the baked yam down the middle and garnish with spices and, if you’re adventurous, a bit if Calvados or brandy.
Yummmmmmmmm.
Shades of Gray
Long Island, 2014.
Mooji: Illness & Self-Discovery
I love that a Black woman asked this question about disease and spiritual awareness in satsang ..
Audre Lorde Reads “Uses of the Erotic”
Her distinction between the erotic and the pornographic is problematic. And yet and still, it is beautiful to hear Audre Lorde express these powerful words in her own voice.
Word to Your Mother
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The Kaleesi Burger
“Moon of my Stars”… “Mother of Dragons”… Call this smoldering dinosaur kale burger what you will, just don’t call it weak. Smokey morsels of crisped shiitake “bacon,” crown a regal beet gratin, smothered in Red Dragon cheese on top of a crunchy, berberre-rubbed kale patty, heirloom tomato, and slathering of sumac aioli. Dracarys! (Translation: “Fuck raw horse heart!”)
serious h/t to J. Kenji Lopez for the mushroom bacon
Spring Adventures in New York
Traipsing through the Boroughs.
Aware of Awareness 