<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779</id><updated>2009-12-13T12:27:01.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a stranger in the alps</title><subtitle type='html'>this is what happens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6672026707337684131</id><published>2009-09-08T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:04:51.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love this summer #4</title><content type='html'>CORN!&lt;br /&gt;corn is one of my favorite foodstuffs and i'll eat it prepared just about every way i can think of. lately, i've just been typewritering it off the cob, raw. when it's sweet corn, it's a super-delicious treat on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was my first day back at work after a long, lovely summer off and i thought it'd be a good idea to make up a batch of soup to take for lunches. so i resorted to my favorite standby: isa's corn chowder from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vegan with a vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. unfortunately, i only had purple carrots to use, so i wound up with this kind of maroonish dark mess. fortunately, this chowder is THE BOMB, so it doesn't matter what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3902567554_de0ce366b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3902567554_de0ce366b5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choosing to make corn chowder ranks as one of my better decisions today, right up there with taking a load of dirty underwear to the laundromat. and, you know, actually laundering it. now i can greet my kiddos for their first day of 10th grade nourished and not-too-skanky. i have work to do before bed still, so i might be a little cranky when i initially greet the kids, but i'm sure they're going to appreciate the fact that their teacher isn't rustling up dust clouds like pigpen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6672026707337684131?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6672026707337684131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6672026707337684131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6672026707337684131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6672026707337684131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-like-this-summer-4.html' title='things i love this summer #4'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-2138493233626192759</id><published>2009-08-30T22:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:04:36.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love this summer #3</title><content type='html'>TESTING FOR ISA'S WEIGHT LOSSY COOKBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate and ate all kinds of junk this summer, so now that i'm back in NYC, it's time to start practicing some moderation. and what better way than by testing some of isa's delicious low-fat, low-calorie meals? hopefully the book will keep its testing title, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;appetite for reduction&lt;/span&gt;, because that kickass name, coupled with the awesome stuff to be found between the covers, is sure to make it a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most recently: cauliflower pesto soup&lt;br /&gt;comes together in two shakes of a sanctuary lamb's tail and tastes like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3872433049_5c53899214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3872433049_5c53899214.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that: vietnamese rice noodle salad with grilled tofu&lt;br /&gt;the #26 lan bowl comes home, on the skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/3840909824_1ed9ce0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/3840909824_1ed9ce0898.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book is going to be so great. thanks, eesie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-2138493233626192759?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/2138493233626192759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=2138493233626192759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2138493233626192759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/2138493233626192759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-like-this-summer-3.html' title='things i love this summer #3'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5338217780232716853</id><published>2009-07-30T07:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:14:27.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love this summer #2</title><content type='html'>mostly-cold meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3772048274_523412291f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3772048274_523412291f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm feeling a general move toward less cooked food, even if this meal is not really evidence of that. and i know i'm not the only person averse to cooking in the hot summer months, so i'm not suggesting that this is some great revelation in eating. but i am SO into having meals that include cold foods. salads are the easiest way to achieve that goal, of course, and they have the added bonus of being super-convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my go-to meal for a few days. there was a box of ditalini that was nagging me to cook it and i finally gave in, turning it into some brooklyn deli macaroni salad. i'm not complaining that making the whole recipe meant that i ate the salad for lunch and dinner more than once in a week, but i realize it's probably not the best idea to be eating so much pasta. i feel like i get a pass, though, because i usually had it with one of &lt;a href="http://joannavaught.com/2008/03/everyone-loves-a-fat-sausage.html"&gt;joanna's beer brats&lt;/a&gt;, cooked in my recently-pilfered-from-my-mother convection steamer! oh, cuisinart, it is SO ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3766780118_1fe60e1b37_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3766780118_1fe60e1b37_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the perfect appliance for summer, for sure, because it saves me having to sweat over the stove. i hope it's a bit of a workhorse because i fully intend to crack the culinary whip year-round, using it to steam sausages, rice and grains, dried beans, and veggies! i found it two days ago and have used it twice already. it just might be single-handedly responsible for getting me back in the kitchen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5338217780232716853?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5338217780232716853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5338217780232716853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5338217780232716853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5338217780232716853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-love-this-summer-2.html' title='things i love this summer #2'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8320459951613875245</id><published>2009-07-28T15:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:54:47.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love this summer #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3766007735_06a0373644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3766007735_06a0373644.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all about cold drinks, even when it's not a million degrees in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;during the summertime in south florida, however, it IS a million degrees in the shade, so i am even more emphatically about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only place i'd found near my mom's place in delray beach that even stocks soymilk is starbucks. and they've always used vanilla soymilk, which i have NEVER understood, but at least they used to use silk. now they've switched over to some new, i think proprietary brand, which is reason number 3847532 why starbucks is not the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i wandered into the &lt;a href="http://www.mycoffeedistrict.com/"&gt;coffee district&lt;/a&gt; on NE 2nd avenue and found what i'd been missing. the folks that work there are super nice and when i ordered my soy iced mocha, the barista asked if i wanted vanilla or plain soymilk. i'm not going to lie, i might have shed a tear of gratitude into my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one complaint is that they give you a cup wrapper for cold drinks. wtf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8320459951613875245?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8320459951613875245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8320459951613875245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8320459951613875245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8320459951613875245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-love-this-summer-1.html' title='things i love this summer #1'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3392177933391446703</id><published>2009-03-02T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:51:24.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS BE TO THE NYCDOE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artisticpoint.net/cutenews/data/upimages/SnowDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://artisticpoint.net/cutenews/data/upimages/SnowDay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(image &lt;a href="http://artisticpoint.net/"&gt;borrowed&lt;/a&gt; without consent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-3392177933391446703?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/3392177933391446703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=3392177933391446703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3392177933391446703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/3392177933391446703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-be-to-nycdoe.html' title='THANKS BE TO THE NYCDOE!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-816691350413771569</id><published>2009-03-01T14:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:34:31.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow? so, soup!</title><content type='html'>i was wandering around the whole foods on houston last weekend with &lt;a href="http://semicircularvegan.wordpress.com/"&gt;paula&lt;/a&gt; when i ran across some chickpea miso. i've heard of but never had it and i picked up a jar, mainly due to the promise of a soup recipe printed on the label. i got around to making it today, hoping to stave off dreadful sunday feelings and eager to keep things moving in the right direction around here. snowy weather is trying to trap me in a wintry mood, but i'm fighting it tooth and nail. it's march 1st and spring is around the corner, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother nature can stick her snow where the sun don't shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be overstated how simple this soup is to prepare. it takes all of 15 minutes, prep time included, and the end product so lovely it would easily be worth twice the effort.  i just had a small bowl, eaten with a hunk of fresh baguette. warmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SarplNsStUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o1y7V7k4tcs/s1600-h/chickpea+leek+soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SarplNsStUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o1y7V7k4tcs/s320/chickpea+leek+soup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308311936349418818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used &lt;a href="http://www.southrivermiso.com/store/p/4-Chickpea-Miso.html"&gt;south river chickpea miso&lt;/a&gt; and here's the recipe from their website, altered just a little. (the jar recipe doesn't suggest wakame, but i bet it would be a great addition! also, i used two leeks and three carrots because vegetable overload is how i roll...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chickpea Leek Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1 medium leek sliced&lt;br /&gt;    2 carrots sliced&lt;br /&gt;    1 cup cooked chickpeas&lt;br /&gt;    1 three-inch piece wakame (optional)&lt;br /&gt;    4 cups water&lt;br /&gt;    1-2 tablespoons Chick Pea Miso&lt;br /&gt;    Chopped parsley for garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash and cut vegetables. (Leeks need special attention when washing; slice lengthwise and rinse under cold running water.) With kitchen shears cut wakame and add to 4 cups water in 2-quart saucepan. Add carrots and bring to boil. After 10 minutes add leeks and chickpeas continue to boil for 3-4 minutes. In small bowl blend miso with small amount of liquid from pot. Reduce flame to low and add diluted miso; simmer 3-4 minutes. Garnish and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.southrivermiso.com/store/i/is.aspx?path=/images/CP.jpg&amp;lr=t&amp;bw=230&amp;w=230&amp;bh=230&amp;h=230"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.southrivermiso.com/store/i/is.aspx?path=/images/CP.jpg&amp;lr=t&amp;bw=230&amp;w=230&amp;bh=230&amp;h=230" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-816691350413771569?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/816691350413771569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=816691350413771569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/816691350413771569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/816691350413771569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-so-soup.html' title='snow? so, soup!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SarplNsStUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o1y7V7k4tcs/s72-c/chickpea+leek+soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-7855783055721637564</id><published>2008-11-12T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:03:34.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beer: it's what's for dinner.</title><content type='html'>i'm so in love with the beer brats i made yesterday, i worry all my meals might be centered around them. it's not unlikely, but i figure one day is too short a time for the honeymoon to be over, so i built a beerific dinner around them tonight. while drinking a beer (stone ruination IPA), i combined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, sautéed in some canola oil,&lt;br /&gt;3 beer brats, sliced thick and lightly browned with the onions,&lt;br /&gt;1 mess of potatoes, cubed, and&lt;br /&gt;half a small head of red cabbage, roughly chopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with a cup or so of water and a cup or more of beer, to get the steaming going. chucked a lid on the pan and tried to distract myself so i wasn't watching the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time later, i got up and found everything was cooked just so. i chucked in a few caraway seeds for good measure and let things sit off the heat while i opened another beer. (credit where credit is due: i loosely based this on the kielbasa/potato/cabbage combination my mom used to make, though she forewent the beer and caraway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i served it with a little bit of beer mustard for the brats and a beer for drinking. i thought briefly it might have been a six-pack kind of dinner, with 6 beer appearances, but now i'm only finding five. i can't be bothered to do the maths on a dinner like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the picture is crappy and purple-y from nighttime and red cabbage and a geometry book. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/3026534514_1e5049b016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 410px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/3026534514_1e5049b016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-7855783055721637564?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/7855783055721637564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=7855783055721637564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7855783055721637564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7855783055721637564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/11/beer-its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='beer: it&apos;s what&apos;s for dinner.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-3252422142408679744</id><published>2008-11-11T20:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:06:57.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eat your veggies, brats!</title><content type='html'>i tested &lt;a href="http://yellowroserecipes.com/"&gt;joanna's&lt;/a&gt; beer brats tonight and they changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;steamed seitan sausages, pioneered by julie hasson, is so incredible. combine the great texture with joanna's knack for flavoring (and a palate that sees eye-to-eye with mine - never mind the nonsensical nature of that metaphor) and you wind up with logs of straight genius. i tried one tonight, grilled for a few minutes on the stovetop and slathered with brown mustard, and it was phenomenal. rumor has it they're even better when cooled and reheated. i can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hanging out with handsome &lt;a href="http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/05/william-rocks-hanbok.html"&gt;william&lt;/a&gt; a couple weeks ago and he was eating some mixed veg for dinner. i have to admit i snuck a few bites (taking veggies from babies?!) and realized i haven't been including enough produce in my diet. so i sliced and steamed some carrots and quick-cooked some peas + corn to serve with my seitan and dare i say they rivaled the star of the plate. i will never understand people who claim to not like vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final great thing about this dinner is that it will make my, indeed would make any, mother proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/3023929058_81fb7057b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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tonight. never mind that i was in the late stages of a migraine and i have (yes, have...not done yet) a class's worth of tests to grade and 2 tests to make for tomorrow, on top of about eleventy billion other nuisance tasks. oh, wait, those aren't nuisance tasks. those are my job duties. i think i'm going to pursue national board certification, so i guess it might be a good idea to tend to them. but i need energy to do these things! and food = energy! what the hell do you think a calorie is, anyway? ugh, someone needs to go back and review their notes from high school health class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, terry's gumbo is no frigging joke. it's smoky and packed with veggies and has a stick-to-your-ribbedness that can't be beat. temperatures here in NYC are hovering around the 50s &amp;amp; 60s, so it's the perfect time for a meal like this. i'm sure i'll be repeating it time and again between now and april. ugh, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of repeating, i cooked so late that it was way too dark to take a picture, so i'm just going to repost the gumbo shot i posted last year. (i feel kind of bad that i took 2 weeks off only to come back and rehash old dishes, but these are tried-and-true won't-let-you-downers. some things bear repeating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2164177809_5c452e0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2164177809_5c452e0226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6604700776280121278?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6604700776280121278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6604700776280121278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6604700776280121278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6604700776280121278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/veganmofo-5-girlcrush.html' title='veganmofo #5: girlcrush.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5984420334295864814</id><published>2008-10-20T17:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:49:41.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #4: blugh.</title><content type='html'>i have been so uninspired to even cook anything for a couple weeks, likely due to a low-level cold or flu that i've been more or less successfully fighting off for the past two weeks. i'm tired as all get-out, but at least the only symptoms i've succumbed to thus far are a wee cough around bedtime, some minor stuffiness, and a couple of headaches. it's the being freaking EXHAUSTED that has been most prevalent, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, yesterday i had a rare day of productivity. not only did i get up and do laundry and clean my kitchen before 11am, i also managed to go food shopping for critical ingredients to three of my favorite dishes from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Veganomicon-Ultimate-Isa-Chandra-Moskowitz/dp/156924264X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1224567807&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;veganomicon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. as it turned out, i only had energy to make two of them yesterday, but the third is on deck for sometime in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terry's caesar salad is my most favorite way to eat raw greens EVER. the dressing is so simple it practically makes itself and when combined with some romaine lettuce and croutons, it makes for a salad that i not only want to eat but find myself craving. who'd have thunk it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since autumn decided to make itself known this weekend, i figured it was time for one of my favorite fall dishes - pumpkin ziti with caramelized onions and sage breadcrumbs. (i don't know if that's the correct name, but i'm barely keeping my eyes open at this point, so it'll have to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've been so lax about updating my mofo, i wanted to make sure to record my recent productivity. i'm not such a deadbeat flight-of-fancier, after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realized that i made both of these dishes during last year's mofo.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say, like leek &amp;amp; bean cassoulet and gumbo, &lt;a href="http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-7-redemption.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2007/11/veganmofo-2-farmers-market-bounty.html"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; dishes make me think of jumping in fluffy piles of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; leaves and wrapping a scarf 'round my head to run out to get a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5984420334295864814?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5984420334295864814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5984420334295864814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5984420334295864814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5984420334295864814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/blugh.html' title='veganmofo #4: blugh.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8447219565844710015</id><published>2008-10-03T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:00:30.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #3: veganmofa</title><content type='html'>okay, so far not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started out the month on a high note, with that ice cream. but i've been really tired and uninspired the last couple of days, so not much cooking is going on. so i'm dedicating this veganmofo post to two awesome non-food items i've recently acquired. this is my Vegan Month of Fashion post. (ignore that only half of it's fashion-related.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. down alternative comforter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2911329184_9003ea3f18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2911329184_9003ea3f18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've wanted to get one of these for a few years - at least since i moved back to the northeast. i finally broke down and snagged one from &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/"&gt;overstock.com&lt;/a&gt; and, MAN, am i happy i did. (note: dog also thrilled.) it's giving me all the weight and warmth of a down comforter with none of the bad karma hauntings that come with snuggling under a coat of feathers that were never intended for me. i'm stupid for having waited so long to get one. (for other reasons, surely, but this one is at my mind's forefront.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. faux leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2910482825_ccc0698dbf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2910482825_ccc0698dbf_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, been wanting this forevers. i keep my dad's old leather bomber jacket, but it's both beat up and sad, so i don't wear it very often. but i really love the look of a plain leather-like jacket. i found this one at &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/index.jsp"&gt;urban outfitters online&lt;/a&gt; (go ahead, judge me) and took a chance. it really could have gone either way: totally sucky or freaking awesome. lucky for me, it was the latter. this jacket makes me feel hot. and not because i'm wearing it while snuggled under my new comforter, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8447219565844710015?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8447219565844710015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8447219565844710015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8447219565844710015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8447219565844710015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/veganmofo-3-veganmofa.html' title='veganmofo #3: veganmofa'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-775305432621178863</id><published>2008-10-02T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:31:00.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #2: my vegan achilles heel.</title><content type='html'>i'm sure i've gone years without eating a single marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;now that sweet &amp; sara's are readily available, though, i'm helpless against my cravings for sweet little puffy pillows. so hooked am i that it seems perfectly reasonable that i had a marshmallow for breakfast today, then finished off what was left of the tiny $7 package of vanillas i bought only 24 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;washed down with a beer.&lt;br /&gt;for...dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i the energy or inclination, i might strive to supplement the day's meals with foods that fall outside the realm of dessert ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;had i another package of marshmallows, however, i'd be fast on my way to a killer stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://store.nexternal.com/vegane/images/SweetsSaraMarshmallowFinalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="https://store.nexternal.com/vegane/images/SweetsSaraMarshmallowFinalX.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just because regular marshmallows aren't vegan that these things have become so prized?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-775305432621178863?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/775305432621178863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=775305432621178863' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/775305432621178863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/775305432621178863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/veganmofo-2-my-vegan-achilles-heel.html' title='veganmofo #2: my vegan achilles heel.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-7504503076288195717</id><published>2008-10-01T12:01:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:48:07.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veganmofo #1: chocomint cookie ice cream.</title><content type='html'>i don't know that there's anything i can or need to say about this ice cream, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to first thank &lt;a href="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=45503"&gt;pandacookie&lt;/a&gt;, whose suggestion of using vitasoy peppermint chocolate soymilk to make ice cream during warm weather months has haunted me since january. i never got around to making it during the summer, but it hit the spot on this beautifully sunny first of october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://semicircularvegan.wordpress.com/"&gt;paula&lt;/a&gt; provided not only inspiration (it was one or both of us who decided that the addition of candy cane joe-joes was essential) but also constant reminding that this simply HAD to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i don't know agnes but it was a recipe from her &lt;a href="http://veganicecream.blogspot.com/"&gt;vegan ice cream paradise&lt;/a&gt; that i used to whip this up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making ice cream without an electric ice cream maker was simple as can be, required very little kitchen time, and resulted one of the tastiest vegan ice creams i've ever had. it was a little crystal-y, only because i had to leave to meet friends for dinner instead of staying home, dutifully blending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been a little on the fence about winter's impending arrival, but this little enterprise helped me turn a corner today and i'm now looking forward to all the season brings. i love cooking in the colder months and really want to up my culinary ante. i hope that this month's challenge will get me geared up and inspired to be more creative and daring in the kitchen, even as i continue to learn about cooking's fundamentals.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see what other veganmofos have in store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2906383044_03fc0fe18f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2906383044_03fc0fe18f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(recipe heavily adapted from &lt;a href="http://veganicecream.blogspot.com/2006/08/cookies-and-cream.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;3 c vitasoy chocolate peppermint soymilk&lt;br /&gt;2 T arrowroot powder&lt;br /&gt;1 c crushed candy cane joe-joes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set soymilk to boil, reserving a bit to mix with the arrowroot. (agnes says 1/4 cup. i didn't bother measuring...)&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly mix the reserved soymilk and arrowroot.&lt;br /&gt;when the soymilk comes to a boil, remove it from the heat and add the arrowroot slurry. it should start to thicken a little, noticeable by the way it coats a spoon. (it won't get thick, though. just thicker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i don't have an ice cream maker, here's the freezing method i used:&lt;br /&gt;after your soymilk &amp; arrowroot are mixed, pour the mixture into an 8x8 pyrex dish. (i'd put mine in the freezer a little earlier, so it was already frosty.) place the dish in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;every half hour or so, remove the mixture and mix it up to prevent it from freezing solid. i used a fork and an immersion blender, but i guess you can also run it through a food processor or just fork it.&lt;br /&gt;when the ice cream is starting to set sufficiently, after a couple of hours, mix in the crushed cookies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-7504503076288195717?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/7504503076288195717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=7504503076288195717' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7504503076288195717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7504503076288195717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/10/veganmofo-1-chocomint-cookie-ice-cream.html' title='veganmofo #1: chocomint cookie ice cream.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6280066458533367563</id><published>2008-09-22T22:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:41:39.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lipstick-wearers for mccain/palin?</title><content type='html'>i know this is kind of beside the point of this blog, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised the masters of &lt;a href="http://alchemistsapprentice.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; i would pass on info about their ridiculous and infuriating policy of donating $1 to the mccain/palin campaign for every one of &lt;a href="http://www.alchemistsapprentice.com/Glossy-Lipstick-Power-Pink-16-grams-Alchemy-of-Colour-Nouriche-Lipstick-P27442C3930.aspx"&gt;these hideous lipsticks&lt;/a&gt; sold, so here is my passing on of said info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's small potatoes, but these people present themselves as environmentalists, yet intend to make donations to that campaign based on sales of "power pink" lipstick, which is apparently perfect for sarah palin while it also "celebrates the many faces of women as girlfriends, wives, mothers, entrepreneurs, corporate executives and even vice presidents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you should feel so inclined (as i did), please &lt;a href="http://www.alchemistsapprentice.com/contact.aspx"&gt;contact them&lt;/a&gt; and let them know how paradoxical it is that they purport to be concerned environmentalists yet are supporting candidates who are anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for reference, the league of conservation voters' most recent &lt;a href="http://capwiz.com/lcv_stage/bio/keyvotes/?id=192&amp;congress=1102&amp;lvl=C"&gt;scorecard&lt;/a&gt; gives john mccain a ZERO percent on environmental voting. couple that with palin's views that global warming is not the result of human activity, polar bears should be removed from the endangered species list, and her gung-ho attitude towards drilling in ANWR and there's pretty clear evidence that these two do not "offer a very balanced policy on the safety of our environment, both for now and for the changes that need to be made in the future," which harry maddox (i'm assuming the husband of pamela cronan-maddox, who runs the alchemist's apprentice website) said they had concluded after doing "a great deal of research."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to go on. it just really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading...and for writing to them, should you so choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6280066458533367563?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6280066458533367563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6280066458533367563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6280066458533367563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6280066458533367563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/09/lipstick-wearers-for-mccainpalin.html' title='lipstick-wearers for mccain/palin?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5574336563801881388</id><published>2008-09-09T20:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:24:07.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>about using cookbooks.</title><content type='html'>a reason to read the recipe fully and carefully before you start making food:&lt;br /&gt;if you don't, you will finish prepping everything before you realize it takes 75 minutes to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reason not to read the recipe fully and carefully before you start making food:&lt;br /&gt;you will not realize it takes 75 minutes to cook and therefore not be swayed away from making maple-mustard-glazed potatoes and string beans (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vegan-Vengeance-Delicious-Animal-Free-Recipes/dp/1569243581/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1221009078&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;VwaV&lt;/a&gt;). holy tuesday, batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy picture, but that's what happens when your dinner has to cook until ~9PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/2844736474_53115d14e9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/2844736474_53115d14e9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5574336563801881388?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5574336563801881388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5574336563801881388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5574336563801881388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5574336563801881388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-using-cookbooks.html' title='about using cookbooks.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-7433808009390147739</id><published>2008-08-19T11:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:11:59.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>using cookbooks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://donteatoffthesidewalk.com/"&gt;katie&lt;/a&gt; said &lt;a href="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=67845"&gt;we need to use our cookbooks more&lt;/a&gt; and i think that's a right-on idea. i've really only made select dishes from any of my cookbooks and i know there are some gems within that remain hidden to me. time to start digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recipes to try in the next couple weeks, all from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vegan-Vengeance-Delicious-Animal-Free-Recipes/dp/1569243581/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219159056&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;vegan with a vengeance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. baking powder biscuits and white bean gravy.&lt;br /&gt;2. potato-asparagus soup&lt;br /&gt;3. mango summer rolls&lt;br /&gt;4. tempeh-mango salad sammiches&lt;br /&gt;5. brooklyn pad thai&lt;br /&gt;6. strawberry-rhubarb-peach pie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do a few here, during my last week of vacation in florida, and a couple when i get back to NYC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-7433808009390147739?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/7433808009390147739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=7433808009390147739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7433808009390147739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/7433808009390147739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/08/using-cookbooks.html' title='using cookbooks.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6663529388698278152</id><published>2008-08-07T14:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:21:06.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sublime.</title><content type='html'>i went with my friend larry to &lt;a href="http://www.sublimeveg.com/"&gt;sublime&lt;/a&gt; in ft. lauderdale a few weeks ago. i drove past a zillion times when i lived in south florida and every time i visited after i moved back to NYC, it was kind of unclear whether they were open or not. apparently there was some internal restructuring, but now they're open for business and came highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the restaurant interior is beautiful, really streamlined and structured to capitalize on the sun streaming through the two giant skylights. i felt like taking interior shots was a bit too much and i'm not inspired to be more descriptive, so you'll just have to make do with that lame synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the owner stopped by to say hi while we were sitting at the bar and also checked on us after dinner. she seemed really happy, like there was nowhere else she'd rather be. that's a pretty good sign, i think. the menu states that 100% of profits are donated to animal rights organizations. i don't know how the specifics of that works out, but right on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what we had to eat. we washed them down with yummy lychee martinis and mojitos. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;(note: happy hour, 5:30-7, M-F. two-for-one drinks at the bar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2715016211_fae9702863.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2715016211_fae9702863.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesto polenta amuse bouche.&lt;br /&gt;this was really good! honestly, probably my favorite of all the food. that may seem a little odd, seeing as it was just an amuse bouche, but it was really flavorful and the texture of the polenta was couscous-y and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2715832742_4bce5a3524.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2715832742_4bce5a3524.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sliders.&lt;br /&gt;these were okay, nothing special. the seitan had a good texture but i think maybe there was too much bun and/or not enough accompaniments. the special sauce was kind of bland and the cheese (it seems like they use follow your heart or something similar) was just kind of...there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2715836372_25bccc82e8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2715836372_25bccc82e8.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mac + cheeze.&lt;br /&gt;this smelled JUST LIKE traditional mac + cheese. it was tasty, if a little dry, and again the FYH-like-quality of the cheese was pretty evident. i would have liked it better had it been prepared with a little more bechamel. still, you can't really go wrong with mac + cheeze so i was happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2715842468_8687c4e16b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2715842468_8687c4e16b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piccata.&lt;br /&gt;this was my entree. i ordered it not only because i LOVE piccata, but also because i wanted to compare it to the stupendous seitan piccata at candle 79. the chickeny seitan was breaded and pan-fried and the sauce was good, but i could have used some more capers. (i'm crazy for capers, though, so that might just be my thing.) it was served with olive oil whipped potatoes, which were nice, and grilled fresh asparagus.&lt;br /&gt;i know candle's piccata is a hard act to follow and perhaps it's not fair to judge by comparison, but i couldn't help but do so. candle's version is, in my view, culinary perfection. sublime's piccata definitely doesn't disappoint, it's just not anything to write home about. but seriously, if you're writing home about piccata, maybe it's time to get out and see the sights or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2715839860_a2c2aa9937.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2715839860_a2c2aa9937.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sublime loaf.&lt;br /&gt;larry ordered this and i'm really glad he did. i've not experimented much with loafs, but i know they are a great way to incorporate protein and the combinations of ingredients are nearly limitless. i only had one bite, but it was yummy. served with wasabi red bliss mash (can't go wrong there) and more fresh asparagus. i'll definitely order this next time i visit sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in recent memory, i restrained myself and decided against ordering dessert. larry and i have vowed to go back for coconut creme cake and key lime pie sometime, but i experienced a rare moment of self-control that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad to see an all-vegan restaurant in south florida and, particularly, one that's "nice" but not TOO nice. we had appetizers, entrees, and drinks, and i'm pretty sure our bill was less than $100. i had four lychee martinis all night, though, so i can't be positive. sublime's atmosphere is casual, but the emphasis they place on the quality of their food preparation is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all things considered, i really enjoyed my visit. a couple things were great and everything was at least good. hopefully they'll be around for a long time and i can stop in whenever i'm in south florida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6663529388698278152?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6663529388698278152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6663529388698278152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6663529388698278152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6663529388698278152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/08/sublime.html' title='sublime.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-1242366413794366978</id><published>2008-08-06T22:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:31:52.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>arkymalarky.</title><content type='html'>i haven't read it, but &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tower_of_Hanoi"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; tells me that the eric frank russell short story &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now inhale&lt;/span&gt; refers to the tower of hanoi game as "arkymalarky." myself, i think tower of hanoi, or even tower of brahma or tower of benares, is a much more dignified name for this compelling little math game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the object is to move a set of graduated spherical solids from one position to another, usually indicated by pegs. there must be at least one empty peg on which to hold the spheres, a sphere may not be placed atop another with a smaller diameter, and the final tower must exactly mimic the starting configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/60/Tower_of_Hanoi_4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/60/Tower_of_Hanoi_4.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, there are algorithmic ways to approach the puzzle and it gets more challenging as the number of spheres increases. &lt;a href="http://www.mazeworks.com/hanoi/index.htm"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; a fun little virtual tower to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-1242366413794366978?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/1242366413794366978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=1242366413794366978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1242366413794366978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/1242366413794366978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/08/arkymalarky.html' title='arkymalarky.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-8852951710603388913</id><published>2008-07-31T11:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:52:47.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>peachy custardy cobblery crumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elizaveganpage.blogspot.com/"&gt;desdemona&lt;/a&gt; brought up the idea of making &lt;a href="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=65564"&gt;this kind of a dish&lt;/a&gt; and it turned into kind of a call for experimentation among myself + &lt;a href="http://hopesinks.wordpress.com/"&gt;jordanpattern&lt;/a&gt;. i have been feeling really stifled in the kitchen lately, like i've lost the ability to improvise, and this was just the thing i needed to get my cooking juices flowing again. it wasn't a complete success, but the part that wasn't successful didn't impact the rest of it and the rest of it was SLAMMIN'.&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaches:&lt;br /&gt;5 medium peaches, peeled and sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. demerara sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 t cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;custard (optional):&lt;br /&gt;4 T bird's custard powder&lt;br /&gt;3 T demerara sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 c. rice milk, plus a few T extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crumble topping:&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. AP flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. margarine, cold&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preheat oven to 350.&lt;br /&gt;combine the cinnamon and 1/3 c. sugar. layer the peaches in an 8x12 baking dish and sprinkle the cinnamon sugar mixture over them. bake for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while peaches are baking, prepare the custard. combine the custard powder and sugar in a bowl and mix well with a splash of milk.&lt;br /&gt;heat the rice milk to nearly boiling and pour into the custard/sugar paste. mix well and return to the pot, heating to the boil.&lt;br /&gt;here's where my problem came in: my custard never set. i'm not sure if it's because of the rice milk, if i might've accidently left out 1 T of powder, if i didn't heat it long enough. but it was thick over the heat and thinned out once it cooled a little. like, too thin. i'll keep experimenting with it, and it tasted fine once all done, but i think the custard part is totally optional because the peaches would be fine with just the crumble topping.&lt;br /&gt;pour the custard over the peaches, just to cover them. you might not need to use the entire 2 pints of custard.&lt;br /&gt;bake for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the peaches + custard are baking, prepare the crumble topping by mixing the flour and sugar and cutting in the cold margarine. mash with a fork, your fingers, whatever, until everything is well combined and crumbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increase oven temp to 400.&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle the topping over the peach/custard mixture and bake for an additional 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i let it cool down and topped it with a little soyatoo. oh, man.&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2715919366_62698f7601.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2715919366_62698f7601.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-8852951710603388913?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/8852951710603388913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=8852951710603388913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8852951710603388913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/8852951710603388913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/07/peachy-custardy-cobblery-crumble.html' title='peachy custardy cobblery crumble'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6600846228094127915</id><published>2008-07-04T18:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:30:31.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memphis IV.</title><content type='html'>i have been trialing a memphis-style barbecue sandwich, traditionally bbq pulled pork topped with cole slaw, for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 1:&lt;br /&gt;my first attempt utilized some morningstar farms beefesque strips, mainly out of laziness. it was a raging success, so i set out to properly recreate the sandwich without using super-processed frozen foods.&lt;br /&gt;i am down with cole slaw, but i am REALLY down with celeriac slaw. it is tangy and tasty and really elevates this sandwich. there's a really good vegan recipe out there on the interwebs but i'm not going to bother linking to it. just search for "celery remoulade" if you're hot for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2244893117_4a04296467.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2244893117_4a04296467.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tofu, is there anything you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; do?! i cut a block of frozen, pressed, tofu into sort-of strips and marinated them in a bunch of junk: liquid smoke, molasses, probably a whole host of other things i can't remember. easy, check. cheaper and better than frozen "meal starter" strips, check.&lt;br /&gt;but still, the feel of the sandwich was kind of...off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 3:&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i even bothered blogging round 3. i grated some seitan on a box grater and sautéed it in bbq sauce. it tasted grody.&lt;br /&gt;i think i also was famished when i undertook round 3 and tried to throw together my slaw too quickly, ignoring obvious missteps in procedure.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i tried to pick the slaw off the sandwich unsuccessfully before finally giving up, in disgust, and eating angel hair for dinner. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 4:&lt;br /&gt;my buddy &lt;a href="http://mikedesert.wordpress.com/"&gt;mike&lt;/a&gt; has been promising to send me canned jackfruit in brine for months, but he hasn't because he's real-jobless in san francisco. i mean, mopping jizz at &lt;a href="http://www.lustyladysf.com/"&gt;the lusty lady&lt;/a&gt; is a job, but it's not a good job-type job in an expensive city, so i haven't pressed him about it. PLUS, i have been promising to send him a bottle of brooklyn local one for months and have neglected to, despite the fact that i DO have a real job-type job and i live kinda close to a post office and work even closer to another post office. but, really, i've been BUSY! where am i going with this?&lt;br /&gt;oh, i managed to track down some jackfruit here in NYC, at &lt;a href="http://chartreusevelour.blogspot.com/2006/07/dowel-quality-products.html"&gt;dual specialty products&lt;/a&gt; (formerly dowel quality products), an AWESOME indian grocery that stocks massive amounts of essential cooking supplies. (also, where i got my first indian mango.) so finally, today, the 4th of july, after i had spent 3 hours "cleaning" my kitchen only to find myself halfway through a major restructuring and reorganization process, i simultaneously threw my towel and my hat into the ring and decided the time for bbq jackfruit had come.&lt;br /&gt;folks were making jackfruit carnitas like it was going out of style a few months back, with good results. i'm happy to report that my endeavor was typically successful.&lt;br /&gt;i soaked and rinsed the jackfruit to remove most of the brine they were canned in, then marinated them in bbq sauce for a bit. then i fried up two thick slices of vidalia onion (untraditional, but delicional) before sautéeing the jackfruit pieces in some more sauce, breaking them up with a fork as they cooked. threw together a small batch of celeriac slaw and here, my friends, is what i ended up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2636940797_9985f5ca53.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2636940797_9985f5ca53.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy, check. cheaper and better than frozen "meal starter" strips, check. better mouthfeel than tofu, check. just what the doctor ordered when you're gutting your apartment and reorganizing/cleaning everything because you're heading out of NYC for 7 weeks and it's the least you can do to leave a sparkling (all things relative) pad for your subletter, check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have one more trial round, utilizing the ever-popular soy curls. if i don't object to them, as is the case i've heard with a few people, i have a feeling they will be the winner. the jackfruit is pretty awesome, but i think i'd like something a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; bit sturdier for the memphis.&lt;br /&gt;ideally, i'll make it sometime next week and i can put this project to bed.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, however, i'm glad i decided to make this today because it's motherflipping july already and despite isa's nagging i haven't posted anything since may.&lt;br /&gt;didn't i say i'd been BUSY?!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6600846228094127915?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6600846228094127915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6600846228094127915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6600846228094127915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6600846228094127915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/07/memphis-iv.html' title='memphis IV.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-4435101928065417131</id><published>2008-05-11T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:17:44.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>william rocks the hanbok.</title><content type='html'>at his birthday party yesterday, this handsome devil foretold his future.&lt;br /&gt;he is to be a great scholar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SCeTI21_xqI/AAAAAAAAADE/SnQxw2c83Ro/s1600-h/scholar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SCeTI21_xqI/AAAAAAAAADE/SnQxw2c83Ro/s320/scholar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199286075192755874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, a cake-smashing ladies man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-4435101928065417131?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/4435101928065417131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=4435101928065417131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4435101928065417131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/4435101928065417131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/05/william-rocks-hanbok.html' title='william rocks the hanbok.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PA1bN5RToI/SCeTI21_xqI/AAAAAAAAADE/SnQxw2c83Ro/s72-c/scholar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5127172133025690525</id><published>2008-05-09T20:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:39:19.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pressing.</title><content type='html'>i've recently (and temporarily) given up cooking (and cleaning), choosing instead to focus my energies on fretting (and agonizing). i haven't much felt like writing, either, for the past month or so - first because i was enjoying the springtime too much and then because the aforementioned fret &amp; agony kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old milo has developed cognitive dysfunction. i mean, he has dementia. since i haven't posted about it, i feel like it's had a really quick onset. poor thing. (me? or him? whatever.) it's a total roller coaster situation; he has his good days and his bad. thing is, his good days are still pretty bad but his bad days are not at all good. he was pacing like a lunatic initially. when that subsided a little, i worried that he was on his way out. he spent so much time sleeping and slept so soundly that i had to physically rouse him to go out. well, he's gone back to pacing a lot - which i find...encouraging?! - but now i'm losing sleep over the lack of "cold, wet" on his nose.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some drugs will help, but not for a month or so. and that's after they finally arrive, since i opted for $0.17-per-pill online ordering over $1-per-pill at the corner pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my no-cooking philosophy, which has seemed not so much a lifestyle choice as an admission of defeat, is really taking its toll. i feel like shit physically because i'm just not fueled properly. this is an unfortunate recurring cycle for me - i feel bad so i eat poorly so i feel bad, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ad infinitum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so this week i intend to snap out of my funk and start taking care to make myself feel better. lots of fresh fruit and veg and satisfying lunches packed for work every day. fortuitously, i did some testing for joanna's next yellow rose book prior to falling into the pit of nutritional despair, so i have lots of easy options to put in rotation. like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3-bean salad with warm cumin lime vinaigrette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2453363008_07cf9ec68a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2453363008_07cf9ec68a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cabbage salad with lemon dill dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2417842426_20fbe7d842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2417842426_20fbe7d842.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemon mint pasta with zucchini and petit pois&lt;/span&gt; (or peas, if you shop in washington heights.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2324503489_c858d0d56c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2324503489_c858d0d56c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst picture of the bunch but the biggest hit amongst all the YRR testers, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;southern-style "chick" salad&lt;/span&gt;. (with grapes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2355745544_fc608c3c28.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2355745544_fc608c3c28.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in final news, it's a babytastic week 'round these parts. tomorrow is my little love william's first birthday (his korean "dol!") and his future girlfriend kelly finally made her appearance this week, born may 6th at 6:40 a.m. i can't wait to meet her tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5127172133025690525?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5127172133025690525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5127172133025690525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5127172133025690525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5127172133025690525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/05/pressing.html' title='pressing.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-384752381854810984</id><published>2008-04-12T21:20:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:44:09.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the accidental eavesdropper.</title><content type='html'>one of the mixed blessings of my apartment is its location on the ground floor of the building.  i have a private entrance, a rarity in the city, so i can get the dogs in and out without being a nuisance to other tenants.  but although it's east-facing, i don't get a lot of sunlight, it being blocked by the buildings across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that spring is in the air and it's getting warmer outside, i've been opening my windows, four of which face the sidewalk.  so i get to hear a lot of conversation snippets as people walk by.  they're usually pretty trite, as i guess most conversation is, but sometimes i'll get lucky and hear something that makes me laugh.  and then there are the times when i feel like i'm hearing things i shouldn't, things that are meant only for the person to whom they're directed.  just now, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "i can say that."&lt;br /&gt;she: "no, you can't say that. you want to know why?"&lt;br /&gt;he: "why?"&lt;br /&gt;she: "because for three months, i cried every day. so, no, you can&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; say that i was happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt bad for overhearing, though to be fair these people weren't exactly keeping it down.&lt;br /&gt;but mostly i just felt bad for them.  bad for her, obviously, for having been so unhappy for such a long time.  and for him, too, because it must hurt to find out now that he was so wrong or so blind or so whatever that he just couldn't see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still time; hopefully another passerby will lighten the mood tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-384752381854810984?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/384752381854810984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=384752381854810984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/384752381854810984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/384752381854810984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/04/accidental-eavesdropper.html' title='the accidental eavesdropper.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-6162005601973293203</id><published>2008-03-24T22:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:54:54.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nice pair.</title><content type='html'>it always makes me super happy when i'm out with the dogs and a passerby says something nice about them.  big dogs and pit bulls don't always elicit pleasantries, i've found, particular not in my neck of the woods; it's the rare stranger who recognizes and acknowledges their awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;while raja is stuck in seemingly perpetual puppyhood, milo continues to age (relatively) gracefully.  at almost 13 years old, he's as beautiful as ever and his gentle nature remains unchanged.  i have seen the advancing years take their effect on his body, though, and am ever conscious that he won't be with me forever.  though i'm pretty confident he'll see another birthday, i sometimes wonder whether he's experiencing his lasts.  and even though i don't expect him to leave me in the immediate future, it is really nice when a stranger passes along a compliment - about either of my boys, but particularly the oldest man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were out walking tonight, a woman passed us and said simply: "nice pair."&lt;br /&gt;i had to laugh because it sounded kind of inappropriate and perverse, but it really was such a sweet thing to say.  she was so right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2276/2287113187_55df3c69ec.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2276/2287113187_55df3c69ec.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2037/2185575839_aa45022b7b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2037/2185575839_aa45022b7b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-6162005601973293203?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/6162005601973293203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=6162005601973293203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6162005601973293203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/6162005601973293203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/03/nice-pair.html' title='nice pair.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360317120498542779.post-5032890008015961251</id><published>2008-03-23T12:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:26:59.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>over the weather.</title><content type='html'>to my mind, there's nothing quite like a good, harrowing sickness to really force some reëvaluation into one's life.  old habits and patterns and mindsets are called into question in a desperate "why me?" quest to understand what it is that ails.  and while the path to a new understanding is fraught with phlegm and woe, coming out alive and with a renewed outlook can almost make it seem worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, i was sidelined by the grippe of death.  a trip to the urgent care clinic on tuesday started me on proper recovery, but it wasn't until friday that i really started to feel human again.  (i do have to note, though, that i'm glad i didn't listen to all those people who said i'd have to "ride it out."  there's a lot to be said for the relief that can come from treating a flu's symptoms!)  as i have emerged from the sick fog, i've been giving a lot of mind-time to questions of where i am - at times, more literal than others - and also to where i am heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been living in my apartment in washington heights for nearly three years now and i think it was only june and july of 2005 when i truly felt happy here.  there are a whole host of reasons why that is, but it's the unfortunate reality, so i find myself considering a move with ever greater frequency.  the catch, of course, is that moving is an unreasonable prospect.  my rent is affordable, i'm 15 blocks from work, and my neighborhood is as quiet and pleasant as any i'm likely to find.  when i consider areas where i'd consider living, they're prohibitively expensive, distant, or both.  red hook, brooklyn was my most recent fling; it has high rent and crazy travel possibilities in spades!&lt;br /&gt;so rather than moving, i'm resigned to spending the next two years of my teaching contract in this apartment.  i'm not, however, resigned to being unhappy here, so i'm embarking on a big spring cleaning and decluttering, to be followed by painting and maybe some furniture upgrading.  if nothing else, hopefully my projects will keep me busy enough that i won't be dwelling on what could be.&lt;br /&gt;my state of where extends, naturally, beyond the walls of my apartment.  i'm just over halfway through my five-year commitment with Math for America and have thus far not had any great misgivings about accepting my newton fellowship.  i have found, however, that discontented naggings are coming more frequently and i'm (again) faced with the reality that new york is not my place.  although that's temporary, it still leaves me feeling kind of up in the air, as i'm not sure where my place is, if indeed i have one.&lt;br /&gt;changing one's geography is easy enough, though.  what really vexes me is that while i'm relatively happy and satisfied with my job - certainly much more fulfilled than i've ever been before - i'm not sure it's, well, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;.  but, then, i don't know that anything could be and am well aware that i may be chasing some ideal that will never materialize.  again, i've got a couple of years left on my contract.  i'm going to try to use that time wisely, exploring other options and interests and if i don't come up with something that's more "right" for me, i'll hopefully at least be upping my satisfaction level, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, well, these are all longer-term thoughts.  what really matters most now is that i'm returning to work tomorrow after a week off and i'm trying to keep my focus squarely on being healthy.  i ventured out to fairway yesterday to stock up on groceries because i just didn't eat much when i was sick and i don't feel up to eating anything too process-y.  got lots of fresh produce and some staples and i'm off to plan some meals for the week that are healthy and light.  the weather is warming up and there's a definite spring-like air about new york right now, which i think helped lift me out of the sick doldrums high enough that i could start to look to the future.&lt;br /&gt;i started the week off with the most perfect, sunshine-y breakfast i could think of: lemon soy yogurt, ezekiel sprouted grain cereal, and a bunch of fresh berries.  i honestly don't think there's any way you could improve on such a meal.  it's the kind of fuel i really need right now, nutritionally and otherwise.  i'm putting it in heavy rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2354472553_9f9e0a251b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2354472553_9f9e0a251b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360317120498542779-5032890008015961251?l=astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/feeds/5032890008015961251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360317120498542779&amp;postID=5032890008015961251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5032890008015961251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360317120498542779/posts/default/5032890008015961251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangerinthealps.blogspot.com/2008/03/over-weather.html' title='over the weather.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656619496710862154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14670479307662594333'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>