Dancing Down the Moon

What's Goin' On

Yep, once again posting has been sporadic here at DDtM.  Life has kicked up the weirdness again and I've been swirling around like an unfortunate hair in a bathtub drain. 

However, there were a few small things I wanted to share in the midst of all the usual holiday madness.  I'm not much on Christmas (to put it mildly) but still the rat race of the season affects us all. 

I am once again sitting in the Borders cafe being stared at by Robert Pattinson's underwhelmingly "sexy" leer from the magazine rack, the YA shelves, and a display of New Moon tie-ins, all of which leave me feeling a little besieged by anti-gravity hair and pink lipstick.  Bad makeup choice, sparklemovie people.  Also?  Foundation should go down past the jawline if you want someone to look like a vampire and not, say, Mopey the Emo Clown.

Sorry.  It's just distracting.  Both of my usual "good" tables are taken this evening and I'm a bit exposed sitting out in the middle of everyone.

At any rate, not a lot of note has been going on in my life lately, except that I'm writing like a fiend; I've finally made significant progress on the latest Shadow Agency story, "Archangel," and it's starting to get exciting at last.  That's the hazard of making stuff up as you go--you never know when the characters are going to hijack the storyline.  Sometimes I'm staring at the screen thinking, "Wait...what just happened?" as much as the audience is.

Also for those of you who are fans (and I mean serious fans) of Supernatural, or rather, Dean/Castiel 'shippers like myself, you might have a look at this fic, "Transgressions."  It's for adults only, as you might expect.  What can I say?  Every once in a while I must exorcise the porn demon.  Few things get me going like the bowlegged elder Winchester and the renegade angel these days, and I thought I'd pass the naughty on to you.

I'll also have some guest posting news soon (as in me guest posting elsewhere, not someone guest posting here, although that is an interesting idea), so keep your eyes peeled.

From a personal/spiritual standpoint, some very...challenging things are happening right now, and I don't even really know where to begin to talk about them, so I won't until I feel a bit more organized in the brainscape.  Suffice it to say there are big, big changes on the horizon, and I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to come through it--"unscathed" is definitely not an option at this point, but I'm starting to get okay with that.

The one thing I wish is that the season could be a little kinder to my friends and loved ones; nearly everyone I care about seems to be going through a hard time lately, and I wish I could fix, but the best I can do is offer cookies and razor-sharp wit, which can be quite helpful, but still, never feels like enough.

I will close, then, with a picture of myself at roughly half my current age, for no other reason than I was quite cute back then, and I didn't smile nearly enough (kind of like now) so having it captured on film is reason to celebrate. 

Yes, that's a genuine smile.  And I'm wearing a crescent Moon pendant, of course--I'd been a Pagan for about a year at this point and I had learned not to rock the pentacle for the front page of the town newspaper.

(Yeah, front page.  I was kind of a big deal. And if my Dad has anything to do with it, as soon as my novel comes out, I'll be a big deal again.)

Sylvan's Infernal Playlist: Guess What, I Write About Vampires! Edition

Music plays a huge part in my writing.  I've always written fiction as if it were a movie in my head--a lot of scenes I've done have been directly inspired by a song that sounded like the perfect soundtrack. 

This week's playlist, then, is the sort of music I tend to have playing while I'm working on my current series; this mix helps me get into the emotional space I need to be in to slip into my characters' skins.  (I usually put it on Shuffle, so the order isn't important.)

1 - Daughter Darling - Broken Bridge
2 - Bat for Lashes - Sleep Alone
3 - Great Northern - Low is a Height
4 - Tori Amos - Iieee
5 - Civil Twilight - Letters from the Sky
6 - Vienna Teng - My Medea
7 - Andrea Wellard - Storm
8 - Garbage - No. 1 Crush
9 - Caroline Lavelle - Firefly Night
10 - Seal - Kiss from a Rose
11 - Sarah McLachlan - Witness
12 - Fisher - I Will Love You
13 - Dido - Here With Me
14 - Sia - Breathe Me
15 - Sarah McLachlan - Fumbling Towards Ecstasy

Sylvan's Infernal Playlist

First off, thank you to everyone who wished me a happy solar return yesterday.  Much obliged.  :) 

Secondly, I've had a number of requests to make my Ecstatic Dance mixes public, so I have decided to start doing that every month (along with any others I create for whatever purpose). 

My favorite thing about creating dance mixes is that any kind of music can be ecstatic.  Using a fairly simple wave starting with low intensity, peaking toward the end of the middle, then bringing the tempo back down to a meditative end, you can use any artist or genre that you like.  What trances out one dancer won't move another, and what gets you going one day might not the next; it's all about letting yourself express whatever your body is feeling to the music you hear rather than thinking, "Damn, I hate this song."  You find yourself getting into some surprising places with music that you would never have thought you could have a spiritual experience to.  (I've long maintained that Madonna is a shaman.)

I like to mix popular tracks with more typical trancey and ambient stuff and throw in something surprising or silly here and there.  This month's mix started out with the birthday mix I used in 2008; I wanted to start with where I was then, and build on it to something new.  (It's always interesting to see what you were dancing to a year ago.) It covered a wide range of emotions, but I was pleased overall with the flow.

1 ~ Feasting With Panthers - Bombay Dub Orchestra
2 ~ Dhan Dhan - Mantra Girl
3 ~ Fireflies - Owl City
4 ~ Kamanche Groove - Drumspyder
5 ~ Funhouse - Pink
6 ~ Serenity - Delerium
7 ~ Send Your Love (Dave Aude Remix) - Sting
8 ~ My Vision - Seal
9 ~ Sweet Lullaby - Deep Forest
10 ~ Little Plastic Castle - Ani DiFranco
11 ~ So Unsexy - Alanis Morissette
12 ~ Glitter in the Air - Pink
13 ~ Whispers of Rumi - Dolphina (from the Goddess Workout)

And here's another recent mix that I really liked; notice that it has far less pop, and an overall Middle Eastern bent, which is of course my favorite sort of bent. 

1 - A Different Space - Bob Holroyd
2 - Gauranga Karuna - Rasa
3 - Forever Changes - ZKT
4 - Mokote - Madeka
5 - Jai Ho - Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack
6 - Volare - Gipsy Kings
7 - Assam - James Asher
8 - African Drug - Bob Holroyd
9 - Inta Omri (DJ Mix) - Elie Attieh
10 - Dream of Me - Anggun
11 - Rahda Ramana - Tulku
12 - Fearless - Cyndi Lauper
13 - Latika's Theme - Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack

Ten Things I Love, Birthday Edition

Well, here we are again: at 7am Thursday morning, I’ll officially be 32 years old.

To quote every movie Keanu Reeves has ever made:  Whoa.

I’m currently taking a very brief vacation—well, days off from work.  I’m not sure if it really counts as a vacation if you don’t leave town and don’t have any real plans except “not be at work.”  (You’ll never catch me using the word “staycation,” either, except just now.)

At the moment, in fact, I’m at one of my newfound haunts, the Borders café; it’s right across the road from my home, has okay coffee beverages, and most importantly, has free wifi.  That’s right: thanks to Shakti, my new Macbook, I have officially joined the ranks of Those Coffeehouse Mac People.  I’m even working on a novel.  All I need is a messenger bag and I’ll have the Hipster Trifecta.

Oh, wait.  I have a messenger bag.

As you might expect, my impending birthday has brought forth another round of Sylvan Doth Love a Bit of Angst, but I’m happy to say I’m getting over this bout of introspective hand-wringing and am honestly looking forward both to my birthday weekend and to the next year.

Incidentally, Thursday night is my monthly DJ gig at Ecstatic Dance for Women here in Austin at NiaSpace; come help me get my birthday groove on, and I’ll…well, I won’t give you a prize, because I’m cheap and greedy, but I’ll be really glad to see you.

There being no real point to this post, I give you a list of Ten Things I Love right here and now, on the eve of my 32nd birthday, 2009.

1 ~ I love Scrivener, a Mac program designed to help writers organize large projects like novels and screenplays.  It lets you keep your chapters, scenes, research, and notes all together, and you can look at them in outline format or as notes on a virtual corkboard, possibly the neatest thing ever.  Here’s a screenshot.  It’s not a free program, although the 30 day trial is free, but it’s worth every penny for the download.

2 ~ I love birthday parties.  Sure, the presents are great, and who doesn’t love cake, but the best part is having people I love around me and getting wasted celebrating with them.  Plus, presents! And cake!

3 ~ Have I mentioned how much I love my new Macbook?  Yes?  Okay, well, I do.  I love the magnetic power cord connector, and I love Snow Leopard, and I love Time Machine, and the gesture-enabled track pad where I can resize pictures by pinching my fingers together.  I also love that the computer came with two of those Apple decals for my car, so now I can wear my overzealous Mac geekdom with pride.

4 ~ I also love Fishdom, possibly the most pointless game on the planet next to Tetris.  You make matches and earn money to design an aquarium, and they have seahorses! And puffer fish! It’s addictive and mindless and actually helps me clear my head when I’ve got too much brain going on. 

5 ~ I love that Isa and Terry’s new cookbook Vegan Cookies Take Over Your Cookie Jar has a recipe for Fruity Oaty Bars, describing them as “...tightly packed with energy like a flying fist!...These bars will keep you jazzed while ridding the universe of cannibalistic interstellar barbarian hordes.”  They’re great, too; I made a batch for our recent trip to the Texas Renaissance Festival, and they’re not very sweet, but deeply satisfying and chock full of protein, good fats, and fruity oaty goodness.

6 ~  I love Regretsy.com.

7 ~ I love my new Crumpler Luncheon bag, although we’re having some adjustment pains.  It’s adorably green (I sometimes refer to it as Kermit the Bag), and the laptop compartment snuggles Shakti perfectly, but I’m having to figure out where to keep things and how to manage all that damn Velcro.  Still, I’m confident we’ll make it work.  Bonus points:  I got her for less than half of retail price thanks to some strategic Googling.

8 ~ I love funky socks.  Sockdreams.com is one of my new favorite shopping grounds.  My only problem is that I can’t wear most knee socks, because my calves are like oak saplings, not twigs.  Still, I’ve found quite a few fun pairs, and have started a Flickr set for my various fun socks, because clearly I don’t have enough to occupy me.

9 ~ I love frosting.  I look forward to sticking my face in some this weekend.

10 ~ I love these jeans I’m wearing.  Lane Bryant has become too expensive (and too…fashionable, ew) for my blood, but I found these jeans on clearance and they rock.  Faded, flare-legged, with seams down the front, they’re comfortable and flattering and make me feel less like a dowdy soccer mom.  (Despite my Hipster Trifecta I don’t really have a very hip wardrobe.)

On Being a Total Whackjob for God

Religion is kind of a crazy idea.

Think about it.  In the face of all rational thought and essentially zero supporting scientific evidence, the vast majority of humans on this planet—creatures capable of coming up with calculus, space flight, and the seven-layer burrito—believe in some kind of invisible superbeing.  Why?

Lots of reasons:  because the world is too awesome to be an accident.  Because we had some kind of mystical (therefore illogical) experience that convinced us God exists.  Because we were raised to believe.  Because a book told us to. 

A lot of us talk to this invisible superbeing, or beings, or force.  Sometimes out loud. We make offerings to it.  We believe it grants us special abilities or favors.  Most of all we believe that it takes some kind of personal interest in our lives.

That is just flat out batshit nuts.

The only thing I can think of that’s nuttier is believing that said invisible superbeing wants us to kill people who believe in a different invisible superbeing.

But at its heart, the amazing thing about this kind of insanity is that it’s beautiful and, if properly applied, it can make us better people or at least help us live happier lives. 

We make the mistake of thinking there’s something inherently wrong with being crazy when, throughout history, “crazy” has been mixed up with “genius,” “creativity,” and “inspired.”  How do you know what’s what?

Personally, I know by looking at the lives of the people who make claims about their God.  There are very pleasant forms of crazy—I’ve been known to exhibit a few.  Despite the pharmaceutical industry’s belief that anything “abnormal” should be medicated back to baseline banality, the fact is, there are some great ways to be insane.  It all really comes down to what you and your nuttery are trying to do with your life.  

Kindness and love = good crazy.  Blowing shit up = BAD CRAZY.

I’ve said many times that if religion were rational, it wouldn’t exist.  Spiritual beliefs aren’t meant to be held up under a microscope and proven to the world.  They’re meant to touch something that in itself can’t be proven or disproven. If people could just accept that all religions are equally crazy—and therefore equally valid—the world would be spared so much pain.

There’s nothing wrong with sprinkling a little fairy dust on the mundane.  Life is a big ball of awful sometimes, and sometimes the only thing that gets me through is that fairy dust.  But I can’t prove my Goddess exists empirically any more than someone else can prove Allah or Yahweh or Odin or Isis exists; neither can we really prove they don’t.  That’s the neat thing about science, actually—in the end nothing can be absolutely proven, because all it takes is one contradictory piece of evidence to send a hypothesis back to the drawing board.

All we know is that we as a species don’t know everything; given the vastness of the universe we don’t know much at all.  The concept of subatomic particles would have been laughed at back when they were burning Witches and bleeding people with leeches.   Yet as backward as that era seemed there are still doctors using leeches in modern medicine.  (Burning Witches, thankfully, has not proven useful in modern medicine.)  No one person, time period, or school of thought has a monopoly on wisdom.  No one religion has the one and only direct hookup to the divine. 

That’s just my opinion, of course.  But then again I’m a total whackjob for God.

A Brief Check-In

Yeah, I admit it, I totally screwed the pooch on Vegan MoFo this year.  It's not my fault!  Um...space...monkeys...attacked, and I was fighting them off with an elite squad of warriors trained in anti-simian combat, and during the battle my left hand was bitten by a rogue monkey who got through my defenses as I was saving the lives of 144 civilians.  That left me, unfortunately, unable to type.  In fact I am now dictating this post to my personal slave-monkey Bananas, an adroit Capuchin who in return for being allowed to live and serve one of the Earth's most awesome humans, gave me his brand new Macbook.

Hey, it could happen.* 

But I do have a new Macbook.

YAY!

I was finally able to fulfill a smallishly large dream and get a Mac of my very very own this past week; she's one of the brand new 13" Macbooks with the crazy cool touch pad "mouse" and I have named her Shakti.  As soon as I figure out the whole wireless internet thing I'll be posting from her.  I feel like such a grownup.  Now I have a lovely portable machine that I can use to play Fishdom write my next novel from anywhere I want!

I'll have more interesting posts to come, I just wanted to apologize for slacking off on the MoFo. 

* - We here at Sylvan do not in any way endorse monkey slavery; not even post-monkey-apocalypse slavery. 

Vegan MoFo: A Feast of BFF Proportions

I haven't cooked much in the last week but I more than made up for it on Friday--as it was time for my BFF's birthday party extravaganza, she'd asked me to bring a pot of Oh, You Beautiful Dhal and the chai cheesecake I made forever ago.  I decided, in my insane way, that that wasn't nearly enough, and appointed myself official caterer of the party.

Because, as I said, I'm insane.

By the time I was done we had:

• Potato-pea samosas (baked, not fried)
• Basmati pilau with almonds
• Dhal (that's red lentil stew for the uninitiated)
• Chai Spice cheesecake from Hannah's My Sweet Vegan
• Pita triangles (storebought, for dhalish dipping)

Judging from the yummy noises and groans of delight, I did myself proud.  The cheesecake especially was fantastic--do yourself a favor and pick up Hannah's book, and while you're at it read her blog Bittersweet.

One thing I discovered?  A menu like this required chopping a crap-ton of onions.  My fingers still smell like onions three days later.  No lie.  I dreamed of chopping onions Saturday. 

Still, few things in the world will perfume your house as wonderfully as sauteed onions when they just start to brown around the edges.  The only thing better is a pan full of spices toasted until the mustard seeds start to pop and release their volatile oils.  It's such a simple thing, but it lends such complex flavors to whole spices.  The dhal recipe calls for mustard seed, cumin seed, fenugreek, cardamom pods, cloves, and coriander, all toasted together and then cooled and ground to powder along with a bit of cinnamon and chili pepper.

I didn't take a picture of the dhal itself because, frankly, it's not the most photogenic food in the world.  I meant to get pics of all the finished products, but I got so involved in getting everything done and ready for transport that I forgot, and once I was at the party I was distracted by something shiny (translation: booze) and missed the opportunity to snag some images of the sliced cheesecake or the bowls of lentils served over flavorful rice. 

I did, however, catch the samosas before they disappeared.  The cuddly little pastry packets are much like empanadas, pasties, hand pies, even ravioli--just about every culture has some variation on a dough pocket stuffed with either sweet or savory goodness.  Most traditional samosas are filled with potato mixture and usually deep fried, but I'm a bit phobic of frying at home, so I save the fried pockets o'love for when I make it to an Indian restaurant.  This recipe, which came from Vegan With a Vengeance, calls for baking the samosas.  It also suggests using edamame instead of green peas, but I'm a bit of a purist, so I stuck with the green pea-ness.

Here's the bright yellow filling, of which I have about eighteen tons left over, which does not displease me.

 I'm proud to say I resisted the urge to shove my face in the bowl and simply nom-nom-nom the day away.

You can make them in just about any side, but for appetizers I tend toward about a 3" diameter circle of dough folded around a couple of teaspoons of filling, pinched shut with a damp finger and brushed with olive oil before baking.  I like them best warm, but they kept well sitting out at room temperature.  They're just such happy looking little guys, tiny pillows of potato ecstasy. 

The only real pain with making samosas is that it takes forever to shape them.  There's really no way around doing them one at a time; if you're lucky you have a lovely assistant to help you with this part.  Otherwise I find what works best is to set up on the coffee table and watch a movie while I work.

If you're impatient and don't have a party to cater, just say to heck with it and eat the filling plain, or better yet, make "dosas" by rolling the filling in tortillas or spreading it between tortillas for a non-queso-quesadilla.  I imagine you could squish them into potato pancakes and fry them, too.  

Dessert, of course, was the aforementioned much-hallowed Chai Spice Cheesecake, and let me tell you, if I'd ever had any doubts that vegan desserts could be just as good (if not better than) their critter-laden counterparts, this recipe would have blown those doubts out of the sky.  Eyes rolled back in heads and English language skills were reduced to a series of vowel sounds as everyone had a piece drizzled with impromptu blackberry sauce (basically just a reduction of blackberries with some sugar and a little juice, strained and thickened with a bit of cornstarch).  One of these days I'll get a picture of the cake as it's served all sauced up, but today a shot of the whole cake fresh out of the oven will just have to do.  Imagine, if you will, the delicate scent of chai spices:  cardamom, coriander, ginger, cinnamon, allspice...thick and rich over a spiced graham cracker crust.

Don't you wish it had been your birthday?

Vegan MoFo: Silk, Tofu, Vodka

Sure, we'd all like to say we create magnificent culinary tours-de-force every night, and try a new cookbook every week; we'd love to say we've sampled all the weirdo produce at Whole Foods, and that we never, never eat out of the saucepan standing over the sink in our underwear.

But let's face it:  the average home cook has a repertoire of perhaps seven dinners.  If you do the vegan equivalent of meat-and-two-vegs you can come up with a lot of combinations, but that gets really boring really quickly.  So do beans and rice--even if you like rice, which I don't especially (except for appropriately spiced basmati like they serve at the Clay Pit).  The culinary possibilities in veganism are endless, but most people are creatures of habit.  We tend to have the same basic shopping list week after week unless we're cookbook testers.

For a typical shopping trip my list looks something like this.  (Note that the spiral's on the right--I'm left-handed.  This of course means I'm superior,  just FYI.)

(Click pic to enlarge.)

 

Notes:

• Honeycrisp is the awesomest apple.
• Toadfood = tofu
• EB = Earth Balance fakey butter
• Yes, "red" is a flavor. In Crystal Light at least. It's basically food coloring and chemicals, so who cares if it's "cherry" or "raspberry?"
• Observe my egregious abuse of the umlaut.
• "Fruity Oaty Bar" is code for "some form of breakfasty granola bar thing." Firefly fans will get it. Everyone else...what the hell is wrong with  you?
• If I am bleeding when I write a grocery list there are at least five chocolate items, a can of Bean Dip, and a bag of Fritos added.
• Shit, I forgot hummus.

I usually organize my list according to what area of the store the items are found in.  Mostly.  There are always wild cards and afterthoughts.  Note that I tell myself only to get two bananas--this is because no matter how many bananas I buy, at least one ends up going bad.  I can buy five and I'll eat four; I can buy two and I'll eat one.  To keep from wasting food I've had to cut back on how much produce I buy in one go; you can only freeze so many overripe bananas.  I try not to buy more than two of anything unless it's for a specific recipe. If I need to go to the store again, I will.  I'd rather do that than throw away food.

And yes, that's actually how I write things.  It's a family tradition to deliberately misspell items for the hell of it.  My mother knows perfectly well how to spell "sausage" but she's written "sauges" since I laughed myself hoarse over it twenty years ago.  We're just odd like that.

Although I do admit to being influenced by sites like GroceryLists.org, where found grocery lists are shared with the world--sometimes I insert something random in my lists, like "XXL Condoms," or "Tractor Tires" just in case someone should find it somewhere.

Grocery stores in Texas can sell beer and wine but not hard liquor.  If they could I imagine "vodka" would show up on my list a lot more.

What does your grocery list look like?

Vegan MoFo: Go Go Gadgets!

Operating out of a kitchen with very little storage space, I've learned to pare down the array of gadgets and cookware that I permit to clutter up my three drawers.   I keep a minimum of pots and pans, and store things on the walls (like my skillets and knives) when I can. There are definitely things I'd like to upgrade; I need better knives, for one thing, as I've been using the crappy IKEA cutlery that sells for $8 for a Santoku.  (Okay, I admit, I love that knife, and I'll love it a lot more after I remember to take it to my father to sharpen. Still, one day I'll have grown-up knives.) Every cook, however, has those gadgets and tools she loves regardless of price or practicality.

Here we see, from left to right:

1 - My favorite cooking spoon, which I think came from Target. It has a lovely handfeel and somehow has managed not to collect any gouges or burns so far.

2 - A Mario Batalli tasting spoon I got from Whole Foods. Drastically overpriced, but I just loved the way it felt in my hand, and the fact that it has a stirring end and a tasting end. The small end helps you take a taste without burning your tongue.

3 - A cookie scoop that S1ren gave me; the back is silicone, so you scoop up dough and then push it out the front. It makes perfectly sized lumps of dough.

4 and 5 - Pinch bowls, one of my weird little passions.  The top two are glass from IKEA and measure perhaps 1 1/2" across; the bottom two are silicone.  I hate silicone bakeware, but silicone definitely has its culinary uses.

If you look carefully on the right-hand side you can see Owen's paw.

Here we have the rest of my favorite gadgets:

Across the top is another gift from S1ren, a Pushme/ Pullyu, which normal people would call an oven rack hook.  One side hooks on the rack to pull it out of the oven, and the other side is notched to push it back in. That way you avoid burning yourself, which somehow I always manage to do on oven racks even in a hazmat suit.

Second row, left to right:

1 - Contrary to expectation a potato masher is not a unitasker.  I've used it on potatoes, yes, but find it equally handy for beans, blending crumbly pastry dough, and squashing solids in a soup to thicken it when I don't feel like pulling out my hand blender.

2 - I pretty much never use my ice cream scoop for ice cream, being the "eat it out of the carton" kind. What I do use it for is cupcake batter. An ice cream scoop is perfect for portioning out cupcakes. 

3 - One of my oldest gadgets, a Graham Kerr branded "Bash N Chop," basically a bench scraper.  I use it for scraping up dough, yes, but it's also handy for crushing garlic, transferring chopped ingredients into a bowl or pan, and cutting bits of dough for rolls or cookies. This one has a ruled edge so you can measure portions accurately.

4 - Spice toasting pan - The screened lid flips up, allowing you to dry-fry whole spices without them popping all over the place. Was it a necessity? No.  But it's one of those little things that make life easier...the definition of a gadget, I suppose.

Front Row, left to right:

1 - Spoon holder - This nifty little doodad was in my stocking last Christmas. It's a clip for the side of a pot that holds your cooking spoon up over the pot, so you don't need a spoon rest.  It makes it easier to clean the stovetop since, even with a spoon rest, I'm forever leaving spoons on the counter and wiping up puddles of soup.

2 - Tea bag squeezer - Weird, eh? My mother got this back when she was heavy into Tupperware. I don't drink tea, but I do make a lot of things with chai, and this silly little bit of plastic is quite useful in getting the goodness out of the bag. (Yes, I know that when drinking tea you shouldn't squeeze the bags as you'll get bitter tannins in the cup, but this doesn't seem to be a problem with baking.)

3 - Salt cellar - I love, love, love my salt cellar.  It is of course the model used by geeky food genius Alton Brown, and it's very practical; the hinged lid can be opened with one hand and the lid has a silicone seal to keep moisture out.  The bowl comes out and is dishwasher safe; the base is weighted. It even came with a tiny spoon, which I don't really use, but being a sucker for tiny things (hence all the pinch bowls) I found it quite charming.

Not pictured is my hand blender, a Cuisinart Smart Stick that came with a chopper/grinder attachment and whisk.  I realize, of course, that the more things something can do the more likely it is to suck at all of them (if you have experience with copier/fax/scanner/printer machines you can probably testify to this), but in this case it worked out well; the Smart Stick is easy to use, easy to clean, and has thus far performed admirably.

One day when I have a huge kitchen and all the money in the world I'll have a proper Kitchenaid stand mixer and a Vita-Mix blender, but in the meantime, I enjoy my little gadgets and am pleased that they don't take up all that much countertop real estate which is at a premium in my little kitchen.

Vegan MoFo: Cookeh is Mahn!

I've long said that Whole Foods--or at least the mammoth WF flagship store here in Austin--is not a grocery store, it's an 80,000 square foot amusement park.  Known to many as Whole Paycheck, it's not the place to go if you're looking for a bargain.  It is, however, the perfect place to find new and interesting foods, especially if you're a vegan, and pick up those treats you love but can't get your hands on everyday.

This is doubly true for me, as I live at the far South end of Austin and WF is downtown. I make it there perhaps once every two months, usually when I need inspiration or am looking for something new and weird I've seen online or in a magazine...or when I absolutely have to have a Big John Cookie.

What can you say about a 99-cent, saucer-sized chocolate chunk oatmeal cookie almost an inch thick that eats more like a cake--or an entire breakfast--than a cookie?  Oh, yeah, here's what you can say:  YUM. OMG YUM.

Whole Foods also sells vegan brownies (delicious) and donuts (never tried them but I hear they're awful), vegan peanut butter fudge, and in the dessert cooler, vegan parfaits, mousse, and cakes. Today I was feeling frisky (and I made the mistake of shopping hungry) so I picked up a cookie, a pint of their wonderful pomegranate sorbet (store brand, so it's not as outrageously priced as, say, Nadamoo), and a slab of something called Cookies 'n Cream Cake.

I love the parfaits, but the cake slice...well, it tasted good, but it was throat-searingly sweet.  It's two layers of somewhat dry dark chocolate cake sandwiched with buttercream and cookie bits, and like I said, it tastes great, and overall had a good texture, but was so sweet it nearly turned my face inside out.  I think maybe one layer of buttercream would have been sufficient, maybe with a dark chocolate ganache in the center.  I think in the future I'll stick to the parfaits, which are chunks of chocolate cake, raspberries, and a luscious vegan chocolate mousse (probably the same general formula as the filling for my Mooless Mocha Pies**).

Never go to Whole Foods hungry unless you're planning to sit down in one of their food courts and enjoy something from the many prepared meal bars.  I understand the tofu breakfast tacos are to die for, and I've had several tofu dishes from the buffet line as well as the hot bars and they've all been fabulous.  Occasionally they offer Field Roast's hazelnut crusted cutlets, which are in my opinion one of the best vegan foods on Earth; they didn't have any today, but they did have at least half a dozen vegan main courses in addition to the international selections, taco bar, sandwich bar, and pasta bar.  

I also advise against going to WF when you're in a hurry.  It's best to take your time, wandering the aisles and looking for exciting new ingredients.  Wear good shoes, bring your reusable bags, and get into the flow of the crowd, seeking the Zen of grocery shopping (and ignoring the screaming yuppie larvae who tend to run around the Healthy Living section chasing each other with organic cotton stuffed animals). Make a list, otherwise you'll forget half of what you came in for, overwhelmed by the sheer vastness of the selection. 

And above all, set a spending limit.

** - Mooless Mocha Pies, along with many other tasty recipes, are available in my ebook Bell, Book, and Spoon, available for $5 from Lulu.  This is a shameless plug. But I'm quite proud of my little cookbook, so please check it out.