the plant-based food blog
I adore Super Bowl Sunday. A bunch of grown-@$$ adults losing their minds over the actions of men in tights. Oh, America.
In all seriousness though, the Super Bowl is a huge deal in Pittsburgh. Obviously, it would be a much bigger deal had the good ol’ black & gold been represented, but it just wasn’t their year. Yet again. I’m not bitter…
But I digress.Read More
I’ll admit it. I’m a hipster foodie.
Um, first and foremost, #kalefordays. I throughly enjoy, and actually prefer, anything served in a mason jar. I feel refreshed and rejuvenated after my green smoothie in the mornings. I would take a bath in Sriracha and gladly drink my way out. We have already discussed my devotion to the humble chia seed. I could have Cruciferous Vegetable Night (a la Sheldon Cooper) every night of my life in the way of brussels sprouts. I frequently sprinkle hemp seeds and flax seeds on my fruit. Almond milk is my spirit milk.
We’re going to knock a few of those out right here, right now.
Grab your thick-rimmed glasses. It’s about to get hipster up in here.Read More
Are there any foods that you just hate? I am quite a food lover, so when I talk about hating a food, the hatred sure does run deep. I have two in particular.
One will never grace the pages of this blog: Celery. I cannot stand the stringiness. I cannot stomach the bitter taste. And the texture totally freaks me out. I have some kind of hyper-sensitivity when it comes to that stuff; I taste it in Old Bay (bleh – celery salt), soups (horrible little chunks of the stuff), and green juices (why ruin such a good and healthy thing with the devil vegetable?). And I’ve heard it’s such a fantastic vehicle for my favorite food, peanut butter. Alas, celery always has been, and always will be, part of my “Food Axis of Evil.”
Do you go to the gym? I have the luxury of a pretty swanky gym here on campus, so I’m trying to take advantage of it more this semester than in semesters past. I really appreciate the classes they offer – I’m seriously trying to get into yoga because I don’t have a bendable ligament in my body. I tolerate it, but I’m not in love with it, you know? But I do adore spin classes. Like. Love them. They have a way of totally clearing my mind and making me sweat out all of my anxieties and stresses.
It’s a beautiful, hot mess of a thing.
And I mean “hot mess” in the most literal way possible.
Remember how I was talking about my New Year’s Resolutions? Well, I thought of another I could add to that list: Change. It. Up.
I have my favorites. I barely have time to try new restaurants because I always stick to my most-loved spots. And forget about trying different dishes at said “spots.” I adore re-reading my most beloved novels so much that I sometimes possess a certain tunnel-vision that prevents me from discovering something new. I am convinced that I would make a horrible mother because I’m 100% sure that I really would have a favorite kid. I eat the same Banana Bread Oats for breakfast. Every. Single. Day.
All I have to say is thank goodness I branched out today.Read More
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When I was younger, I claimed I was a vegetarian for two whole days. Having always been an animal lover, once I realized that the chicken on my plate was the same as the awkward bird I had seen on farms, I swore off all meat. Or so I thought. My parents made steak two days after this life-changing claim of mine, and I happily scarfed it down. Unbeknownst to my little 4-year-old self, meat is meat, whether or not it is called the same term as its living counterpart. In my young, innocent mind, chicken = chicken, steak < > cow.
Oh, to be young again. Read More
Can we talk about how incredible breakfast food is? If you’re like me and prefer sweeter breakfasts, breakfast time is basically an excuse to eat dessert first thing in the morning, full of fresh fruit, warm whole grains, and bright green smoothies. How can that be a bad thing? If you like savory breakfasts, there are so many different directions one could take their delicacy – eggs, avocado, salsa, spices…the works. I am convinced that breakfast foods are simply the best, and yes, I realize that I sound a lot like this guy:
