crack the plates

I’ve been doing a lot of daydreaming about sweets lately. It starts off innocently enough. When desire strikes, instead of heading to the kitchen to rummage for chocolate, I make a cup of tea & roam the internet looking at delicious vegan treats. (Vegan Etsy team members bakesalery & SweetVConfections are two recent drool-worthy favorites.) I invariably turn up at the confections section of Cosmos Vegan Shoppe which in turn inspires me to go see what brilliant vegan marshmallow* purveyors Sweet & Sara have been up to. Harmless fun.

Until… I cease with the casual observer act and start seriously envisioning how I might make the treats myownself. I’m not much of a baker or candy-maker, so I’m generally at a very low risk for trying these sorts of things. But today, I had some time on my hands & needed to distract myself from worrying about a big presentation on Thursday. Thus, vegan peanut butter s’mores pies were born.

I discovered that I still had a pack of Angel Food vegan marshmallow mix from an ancient Cosmo’s order. I had purchased two kits & when the first attempt yielded an extremely sticky kitchen & gummed-up hand mixer, I hid the second pack. Catching sight of the expiration date persuaded me to go ahead and make them today.

And you know what? It wasn’t bad at all! I didn’t make a tragic mess or ruin any kitchen appliances. The first time I neglected mise en place, which turns out to be pretty important for some of the recipe’s rapid steps. (Mise en place: setting out, measuring & prepping all ingredients in their proper amounts ahead of time.)

A couple hours later, I made the lightly-flavored cookie base. I used Isa’s recipe for Graham Crackers with some very minor modifications. Furthermore, instead of rolling them out, scoring, and stabbing like real graham crackers, I used a glass to cut them into perfect little circles.

After the marshmallows had some time to cure, I turned them out of the pan:

And used a glass to make cut-outs.

I set one large marshmallow circle on each cookie.

Because the marshmallows set slightly irregularly, I smeared the peanut butter (mmmm vegan Smart Balance Rich Roast chunky) on the uneven side and then gently pressed it into the cookie, smooth side up. Like this:

Ah, that’s better.

All done!

I set all of the marshmallow towers on a drying rack so that when I dressed the completed creatures with chocolate it could just drip through onto the plastic wrap underneath it, rather than pooling.

On that note, I melted a bag of vegan chocolate with one tablespoon of vegan shortening in a makeshift double-boiler (metal pan over medium-sized pot of boiling water):

Using a large spoon I ladelled about two tablespoons of melted chocolate over each tower & used the spoon’s concavity to smooth out the edges & ensure even application.

Cross-section of the completely cooled treat…

…and my new best friend. Vegan peanut butter s’mores pies forever!

*Vegan marshmallows?! Why yes! That stuff most folks freak out over at campfires and in Rice Krispie treats is NOT suitable for vegetarians (& many people who follow religious dietary laws). Marshmallows are made with gelatin, a protein produced by partial hydrolysis of collagen extracted from the boiled bones, connective tissues, organs and some intestines of animals such as domesticated cattle, pigs, and horses. The natural molecular bonds between individual collagen strands are broken down into a form that rearranges more easily. Gelatin melts to a liquid when heated and solidifies when cooled again. Together with water, it forms a semi-solid colloid gel. Thanks, Wikipedia–ugh. I’ll stick with my vegan marshmallows, which use agar-agar (a sea plant) to set (available locally at Nature’s Nook.)

Lovely friend Asia asked of the last post: “I don’t suppose you can turn all green peppers red in a windowsill huh?”

Well, check out what David’s have become in just three days:

I’ve long thought that any honest pepper would change its spots with time: all colored bell peppers start out green, maturing to red, yellow, purple, even brown! But a quick check reminded me that there are some green bell varieties that will not turn. I wonder if the uniform specimens found in most grocery stores–genetically modified for perfection–have had the ability to become brilliant bred right out. Too bad: we lose not only aesthetic value, but nutrients as well: colored peppers can have double the vitamin C.

Colored peppers are more expensive because they require more care–they spend more time on the vine, after all! So if you want this at home, get a green pepper within hours of its being picked–say, from a farmer’s market. (If you get an old pepper that’s lived in a climate-controlled environment since the harvest, it’ll likely go soft [rot] from sitting out, thus undermining your whole experiment.) And if you happen to be growing your own, just let the “green” bell pepper sit on the vine and see what happens.

The peppers should be ready for use by tomorrow night, when I hope to pair them with tempeh. I’ve got a few blocks I need to use up before the fast-approaching expiration date; tonight I incorporated it into a simple rotini primavera:

Yesterday I made bhindi masala with the brilliant mango powder (amchoor) that arrived from the spice house. (Apparently they didn’t lose my order after all!) Amchoor powder is basically my favorite ingredient. And since four ounces is less than four dollars, you should get some and make your own. Here’s the recipe I’ve refined over many skillets-worth:

• prep, FROZEN: Steam 1lb whole frozen okra til it’s cooked through; rinse with cool water. Cut the stem-ends off; slice lengthwise in two.
• prep, FRESH: Steam 1lb okra til al dente; rinse; cut the stem-ends; slice lengthwise in two.
• Chop two or three small-to-medium tomatoes.
• Chop a white or vidalia onion or two, depending on how much you love onions
• Toss onion into a preheated, oiled, large cast iron skillet. I usually use 2 tbsp of olive or canola oil.
• Cook onions over medium to med-high heat til soft, a little brown, so long as they’re cooked; it’s really up to you.
• Add in a teaspoon of salt, two teaspoons of mango powder, 1/4-1/2 tsp cayenne, and 1/2-3/4tsp tumeric. Stir fry a minute or two.
• Add in the tomatoes, mix thoroughly with the spices.
• Add in the okra. If using fresh okra, mix thoroughly, put a lid on it, and let it steam of a while (now on medium heat). If using frozen, it’ll probably already be mostly cooked from the steaming, so you just need to mix thoroughly and let it simmer for a few minutes so that the flavors can mix.
• Serves two hungry folks; four or more if it’s being offered alongside other things.

Here’s what it should look like when you’re just adding the okra:

And here’s about what it looks like when it’s done: (using ripe green tomatoes; red will result in a different hue).

Lovely zebras.

This dish is my favorite thing to make for dinner because it’s naturally high in calcium (20% DV per serving) and low in calories. A pound of okra only has about 130 calories in it TOTAL, and a few fresh tomatoes, onions, and spices in the recipe don’t add many more. Just go easy on the oil and all that refined basmati rice you’re eating with it.

Finally, don’t forget to give to Pakistanis suffering the greatest natural disaster of our time.

You can text “SWAT” to 50555 from your phone to give $10 and help flood victims. Doctors Without Borders physicians are “working around the clock” to meet the needs of the displaced, focussing on providing clean water, treating diarrhea, and providing women’s health services–as amid the tragedy, babies continue to be born. Church World Servicecontinues to provide food and disaster supplies.

I let nearly a month go by without blogging? How dumb. It’s not like I haven’t been cooking and eating… I have. (I was really sick for over a week–like, couldn’t-get-out-of-bed-for-four-straight-days sick)–& have had a lot going on thesis-wise. The good news is that with only 33 days to go til the darn thing is printed on specialty paper & bound, I’m in great shape.) So I’ll be using this week to get caught up on some of my recent kitchen adventures. When I’m not thesisizing, philosophizing, rubbing my cat’s belly or watching the queens duke it out on RuPaul’s Drag Race (an OBSESSION), you’ll find me here. So check back!

Post-illness, I itched to get back into the kitchen & prepare something more complicated than canned soup. So yesterday I cleaned out the veggie drawers of four bunches of organic golden beets, chopped up a cabbage & steamed it a la mama, whisked up some low-fat tofu & no-fat gravy, and partnered it all with an organic baked potato (and MORE GRAVY). Divine!

The beets were simply tossed in two tablespoons of olive oil, primo cinnamon & garam masala and then roasted in the oven for 40minutes at 400 (cover with foil for the first 25, remove for the last 15) . My new favorite way!

Today’s was even better. I wanted to do something with the bag of Dixie Diner no-chicken breasts I bought last summer with our annual TVP order & only just rediscovered a couple weeks before the expiration date. Lucky! I thought I’d just do something simple, like boil, sautee, and pair with last night’s leftover gravy, but I was soon taken by more exciting possibilities. Basically I thought, hell, I’ve got the resources, time, & enthusiasm–why not just go all the way & make a vegan chick’n parmigiana for the first time? And so I did. Here’s a shot of Nate’s plate:

In hindsight, this was actually kind of a lot of work…but in the moment, it didn’t seem like a big deal at all. First, simmer the chops in chick’n flavored veggie broth for 25 minutes. Then, make a seasoned breadcrumb mix (breadcrumbs + cracked black pepper + powdered garlic + nutritional yeast) and dredge the cooked “breasts”. Spritz with Bragg’s and bake in a 450 degree oven for 12 minutes.

baked cutlets: your non-vegan momma would never know the difference.

cutlets and sauce

Meanwhile, heat up tomato sauce (I cheated & used Kroger’s organic Italian herb, snagged on manager’s special for .99/jar) and make the Cheezy sauce. I use “The New Farm Vegetarian Cookbook” recipe with some changes:

1/2 cup nutritional yeast flakes + 1/2 cup flour + tsp salt + 1/2 tsp garlic powder + 2 cups water + 1/4 cup margarine + 1tsp wet mustard (I used dijon)

Whisk the dry ingredients in a big bowl and then dump in your large (10-12”) skillet; whisk; whisk in water. Cook over med-ish heat, whisking constantly, til it starts to feel thick and bubble slightly. Cook at this state for under a minute; remove from heat, whip in margarine and mustard. Whisk thoroughly. The Farm recipe adds that it will thicken as it cools.

Nate is absolutely ga-ga over this cheeze; I think it’s pretty good (and certainly went well in this recipe) but, to be honest, it is not my favorite thing in the world. So it depends!

I prefer skinny noodles to shaped pasta:

The end!

After a week or so of mild temperatures, Richmond is once again covered in a thin blanket of snow. Looking through some old pictures today I happened upon a few from this time 2009–and a day, in particular, when I introduced my northeastern-Pennsylvania-housemate and my upstate-New-York-bred-boyfriend to a recipe direct from some of my fondest childhood memories: snowcreme. A cotton-candy-sweet mixture of fresh snow, (soy)milk, a little sugar, and a pinch of vanilla extract, all whipped up in a stainless steel bowl, snowcreme is the finest confection old man winter can offer. Behold!:

I emphasize my friends’ places-of-origin because I was so baffled by their lack of awareness of something I, a Southerner with extremely limited snow experience, so delightfully cherished. For truly, my familiarity with the stuff only extended so far as the infamous Blizzard of 1993 (which has its own wikipedia page) and fewer than a handful of other pathetic dustings. My ever-clever momma taught me about snowcreme when the blizzard hit, seeking, as she might have been, a way to distract the six restless nine-year-old girls who’d just been snowed in at my birthday party. (Yeah, the biggest meteorological event of the decade happened a day after my ninth birthday.) How could two people who grew up with seasons of snow year after year never think to whip it up in a big bowl with some cold milk, sugar, and vanilla? Heavens to betsy! I exclaimed, in my mom’s accent, I’ve got to teach these boys something!

Ever the inappropriately under-dressed, over-confident belle, I trotted out to the back porch in one of my more laughable get-ups: thin pink nightgown over pumpkin-print pajama pants, protected by a red WECI hoodie. I harvested the primo first layer of fluffy snowdust from the back-porch railing, even as new snow continued to come down. (Protip: There’s a narrow window between when the snow falls and when it gets soggy, hardened, and yucchy–so time your collection well.) Befuddled onlookers snapped shots of my work from behind the screen door:

harvesting snow

at work

As you can see in the picture, I did some of the work with the snowcreme on the back porch, feverishly whisking the snow into a sweet soymilk and vanilla base. By the time I got back in the house it was ready to be served.

I can’t quite remember how my housemate & boyfriend described their first experience, but I’m pretty sure the words “transcedent” “miraculous” “glorious” and others from their heavenly ilk flowed like honey in the kitchen conversation that day. And it didn’t hurt that I’d just made some of Isa’s pumpkin oatmeal cookies from Vegan With a Vengeance, either…

Zoomie (my housemate) delighting in cookies

…or that I decided to make a chocolate-mint version of snowcreme with Vitasoy’s Chocolate Peppermint holiday soymilk:

Lucky housemates. The feast:

Snowcreme recipe, veganized:

• Whisk some soymilk (vanilla, chocolate, or peppermint!) in the bottom of a large stainless steel bowl with a little organic vegan sugar and a dash of vanilla extract
• Go get some snow. Preferably light, fluffy, and fresh. Scrape it off into the bowl. Whisk til the mixture thickens. Grab a stainless steel spoon and start to do more stirring, less whisking. Add a bit more milk as necessary. Eat!!

Because I went to bed last night and woke up this morning with some severe stomach cramps, I decided to take today easy with light meals. No-chix noodle takes a little bit of effort, but I figured it was worth it to make my favorite soup on a day when I’m feeling so crummy. It always lifts my spirits and doesn’t cost all that much to make–especially considering what it yields. (And besides, I couldn’t very well go buy a can of Amy’s at nearly $3 a pop during NoMoCoFo, now could I?)

Ardent readers will re-call an earlier post devoted to this dish; tonight’s recipe probably wasn’t much different. Since I didn’t do the world’s best job explaining how I made it then, here’s a little guidance in the event you’d like to re-create it:

• Chop a bunch of onions, garlic, carrots and celery
• Sautee these vegetables in your cast-iron skillet with some organic herbs of choice (I pinch dried Frontier marjoram, basil, oregano, and thyme. Mostly marjoram and thyme.)
• Prepare a big pot of broth (about half-full to accomodate all the add-ins); put the burner on high to get it boiling
• Add the vegetables to the broth; bring to a boil; add a couple cups of frozen cooked chickpeas and a couple ounces of soba noodles, broken into small bits
• Meanwhile, have some large-chunk TVP reconstituting in broth in your microwave; it takes about 7 minutes in mine; check half-way to make sure there’s plenty of broth to do the job
• Once the TVP has cooled, chop it into bite-sized pieces; dump it into your hot skillet and season with tamari or Bragg’s and about a 1/3 cup nutritional yeast
• Dump seasoned TVP into pot, bring up to temperature
• Serve and enjoy!

Of course, I’m always up for questions if you do find you need help.

For dessert we mined a pomegranate for its bizarre corn-like jewels. Nate’s first time = adorable bewilderment.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, the proper way to eat a pomegranate is decadently, i.e., by the handful.