the plant-based food blog
Like one of my favorite bloggers once said, “Pretty food tastes better.” Well…most of the time.
I was out for a professional lunch and one of my fellow young professionals decided to order beef carpaccio, a raw beef dish, as his entree. Pretty fancy for our age group, but I respected his gumption. The dish came sliced ultra thin, laying on a circular plate, looking like something Pollick might have whipped up in the back. While beautiful, the sight definitely turned my stomach.Read More
I owe an apology to Peanut Butter Lover’s Anonymous. I tote my devotion to the sticky, gooey, creamy spread of lovin’ all the time; however, peanut butter has been surprisingly absent from Fooduzzi since its inception. I am a horrible member of this organization. Please excuse my ignorance.
I was, am, and always will be a peanut butter fiend. My faithfulness to this nut butter ran deep as a child: PB Cap’n Crunch was my go-to breakfast, I was convinced that Reese’s eggs were gifts sent from the gods, and chewy no-bake cookies were my most-requested road trip food when we stopped at Sheetz. …it’s a Pittsburgh thing.Read More
Remember when I was talking about my love for the show Parenthood? Well, the real reason why I even started to watch it in the first place was due to my immense love for Gilmore girls. Lauren Graham, the wonderful actress who played Sarah Braverman on Parenthood, stared as clever Lorelai Gilmore on Gilmore girls. I have re-watched every GG episode multiple times (in fact, I’m working my way through the series yet again. Rory just graduated from Chilton. Tear.) T.G.F.N. (Thank God for Netflix)
I like to think I’m as witty as Lorelai and Rory, and I sort of have that blue eye, brown hair thing going on. From the first time I saw an episode, I wanted nothing more than to become a Gilmore.Read More
Because Fooduzzi is a safe place, I want to admit something to all of you: I often fall victim to the snack attack.
Hangryism runs deep within the Peduzzi household. My brother’s hangryness is so bad, that he eventually becomes adamant that he isn’t hungry and refuses to admit he just needs a fulfilling snack to get him back to his normal bright-eyed and bushy-tailed self. It’s just a lovely experience for all involved.Read More
Who loves chocolate?
Who loves chocolate that’s healthy, refined sugar-free, and totally delectable? *obnoxiously raises hand*
If you’re looking for a healthy, yet sinfully chocolatey dessert for this Valentine’s Day, look no further than this Whole Food Bark. Guys, I’m telling you: this stuff will bring all the boys to the yard.Read More
Tis the season for those little brats who come to our doors and tempt us with those addictive chocolate/coconut/caramel cookies, those better-when-frozen chocolate/mint wafers, and those I-could-eat-1000 oatmeal peanut butter sandwiches. But I’m allowed to call them “brats” because I was one of those brats.
I think it’s kind of ironic that I went into business school after my lack of entrepreneurial prowess in the Girl Scout cookie trade. I always capitalized on my mom and dad bringing the order form into work and getting their co-workers to support their hard-working Girl Scout daughter. But walking around in the cold, knocking on doors, and having conversations with people I would otherwise never talk to? Yeah, that didn’t sound so fun.Read More
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
