Foodbuzz

sweettater

Archive for August, 2011

Coco-what?

In Products on August 31, 2011 at 7:19 pm

Smoothie topped with coconut butter

Ah, coconut. So delicious. So controversial.

Some people love it. Some people hate it. Whether you fall in one camp or the other likely has something to do with your belief in one of the following:

  • Coconut is a miracle food that will save my life
  • Coconut is a fat bomb and will surely kill me
  • Coconut tastes good, suckaaaa

Me? I hover somewhere in between unwilling to make a firm statement for or against since, well, we don’t have any solid research that makes me feel comfortable doing so right now. But it does taste good. This is scientific fact.

The deal with coconut is that it is a saturated fat. Highly saturated. Of the 18g of fat in one serving of coconut butter, 16 of those are saturated. The average person on a 2,000-calorie diet would want to limit saturated fat to about 20g a day.

Lovers of coconut argue that the medium-chain length of the fatty acids in coconut are more easily broken down in the body and, therefore, healthier than the long-chain fatty acids in saturated fats from animal products (meat and dairy). The jury’s still out on this claim so coconut (and other tropical oils like palm) are shunned by many, including the American Dietetic Association.

My take? Personally, I don’t consume much saturated fat. I never eat meat, rarely consume dairy and reserve fried foods for drunken nights. So yes, I do eat coconut on occasion. I don’t think it’s a miracle food. I just don’t see anything wrong with it. Plus, I like it.

SO. If you want to eat coconut, perhaps you have some questions…

What’s the difference between coconut oil and coconut butter?

Consider something more familiar: a peanut. Peanuts can be used to make both butter and oil, correct? Yes. Peanut butter is made simply by grinding nuts into a paste. Creating oil involves extracting it from the nut in a far more complicated refining process. But it happens. Peanut oil is a good choice for frying as it has a high smoke point. Fun fact. You’re welcome.

Similarly, coconut can produce both butter and oil. The butter is made by grinding the meat (white flesh inside the nut) into a paste. Again, oil involves a more complicated process. Both are solid at room temperature and will melt when heated.

When heated, coconut butter is thick, opaque, spreadable and FREAKING DELICIOUS. When it cools though (say, when poured atop a smoothie) it will solidify again. Kind of like that magic shell ice cream topping from your childhood. But better.

When heated, coconut oil will be clear and runny like, hello, oil. It can be used in cooking (think sauteeing, roasting, etc.) the same way other oils are.

Coconut butter

Coconut oil

 What’s the difference between coconut water and coconut milk?

People ask me this all the time. When I tell them I chug coconut water after 90 minutes of hot yoga they look at me like: WHATEVER YOU ARE GROSS. This is because they assume I’m drinking coconut milk. Some people who have never heard of coconut water even try to tell me I’m drinking coconut milk. I’m not drinking coconut milk.

Coconut water

Coconut milk is made from the flesh of the coconut. It is white like regular milk, high in fat and often has sugar added to it. It’s usually sold in cans. Coconut water, on the other hand, is the water from inside the coconut. It’s high in electrolytes (like potassium), fat free, lightly cloudy, slightly sweet and so damn good.

So there you have it. Now you know more about coconut than you ever cared to.

And It Was Good

In Weird on August 30, 2011 at 10:45 pm

Broccoli slaw, spinach, rice, cashews, tempeh

MAN. Have I ever been perky today. I am eerily at peace in my life right now and it makes me want to hug everyone. It’s like I’m skipping through the day all: I love YOU and I love YOU and YOU and YOU and CAAAAAATS. And I’m not even on uppers or anything. Maybe I am. I call them vegetables. Look ‘em up, sucka.

What a day. Long, long day. I finally took my first ever ashtanga class at six in the freaking morning.

[What the hell is ashtanga, you ask? "Ashtanga means “8-limbs” and is described in the Yoga Sutras as the 8 step path to true yoga (union of mind, body, and spirit). Many forms of yoga were adapted from this traditional sequence."]

I’ve been avoiding it for about a year now and in the meantime my practice has kind of plateaued. So it was high time for me to move on to more difficult postures. Ask and ye shall receive. I got crammed into some crazy pretzel shit.

What?

Where is that foot in his stomach coming from? You don’t know.

It was a great class. All I can say is ABS. Good lawd.

So I rushed from there to work/school stuffing PBJ toast in my face on the way:

Inhale

And dressing like a MF adult:

Bam.

I strongly suggest investing in one pair of amazing black pumps and two or three pencil skirts. I bought those shoes for three hundred freaking dollars back when I apparently thought I was a billionaire. I don’t even have $300 to my name right now… Truth.

But I do believe in investing in shoes, purses and outerwear* (when you are not poor) so that you can pair those things with crap from Target and Forever 21 (when you are poor) and no one will ever know you’re completely broke. Promise.

Plus, hello, pencil skirts make you feel invincible. (See also: white jeans)

Fajita bowl desk lunch

I ate lunch at my desk. Peppers, onions, black beans and rice over greens and topped with feta.

So there’s that. I now have a raging headache and my Internet (that is not really mine) is slow as Weaz on a jello pool (huh?) so I’m out.

Something that never gets old:

“This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.” – Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper’s Daughter

Preach it.

*Don’t you dare ever do this with a credit card when you are poor. What are you even doing with a credit card? Trying to ruin your life? Get you some Keds, girl. It’ll be alright.

NYT Vegan Banana Cookies

In Baked Goods on August 29, 2011 at 9:51 pm

New York Times' vegan banana cookies

When your bananas look like THIS:

AH!

Then gather your cats and give them a big celebratory hug because it’s time to make banana bread!

But wait! What if you don’t want banana bread? What if you’re on a bit of a cookie kick because bread is so 2010? I hear you. And so does the New York Times. Presenting: New York Times vegan banana walnut cookies.

Made by Weaz, with love.

These cookies are flawless. Simple staple ingredients. Quick, easy prep. Dense chewy oats. Sweet subtle banana flavor. WALNUTS. Just.so.good.

Make these!

 

Chickpeas are My Everything

In What's for Lunch? on August 28, 2011 at 12:33 pm

The cure.

Oh. Hello. I’m Katie. (You can call me Tater.) You may remember me from such healthy living habits as:

  • Sleeping.
  • Daily yoga
  • And ensuring optimum hydration that excludes alcohol

I remember that person, too. I think she’s have a little quarter-life crisis. I’ve rediscovered my love of vodka and there’s nothing you can do to pull me from its warm embrace.

Although I’m a tad out of control as of late, I like to at least think my love of leafy greens will keep me alive until December. That and chickpeas.

While eating this lunch–steamed kale, broccoli, carrots and chickpeas–I said out loud (to myself):

CHICKPEAS ARE MY EVERYTHING.

This is a big (TRUE) statement.

Balance

The way I see it, life is a big balancing act. Little leafy greens here… lotta vodka there. Up. Down. It’ll even out.

As Emma Stone put it beautifully in a recent interview:

“You are a human being. You live once and life is wonderful. So eat the damn red velvet cake.”

Amen.

Contains Alcohol

In FAIL on August 27, 2011 at 4:58 pm

Vodka.

Man, oh man. I haven’t consumed this much alcohol this frequently in years. This is now back-to-back weekends during which I’ve consumed significantly more than the “two drink max” everyone always claims to uphold. You know… how allegedly respectable young women are somehow supposed to alternate alcoholic drinks with glasses of water and then switch entirely to water after two drinks. Who actually does that?

Not me. No. I feel like I need one of those “Contains Alcohol” warnings tattooed across my face.

What better way to say: Happy existence!

Last night we celebrated my brother’s birthday a few days late since I was in Philly last week. I bought him Sparks and Cheez-Its. Needless to say we do not have similar eating habits. One of these days I will make him eat healthy food. He is my Everest. One day…

White jeans for one more week...

I wore my white jeans because they make me feel invincible and also because apparently I’m not allowed to wear them any more after next weekend. Clearly I still will. Who makes these rules?

The following is a list of hilarious and/or horrible things that occurred last night:

  1. Someone who shall remain nameless said “testicle fortitude.” Context is irrelevant.
  2. I flat out denied someone my number. It was a glorious feeling.
  3. No one should ever start a pickup with: “Yo girl, you got a man?” It just makes me laugh.
  4. Nor should anyone ever start a pickup with: “I love you.” It’s terrifying.
  5. Never ever call me your ”girl” unless you are absolutely positive that I am as a result of having previously cleared this with me in some way. Perhaps by dating. If you have any doubt whatsoever, I am not.
It was a delightfully entertaining little evening that resulted in a not so delightful little morning and full day of work. I’m off to enjoy my “weekend” now.

My brother and me circa 19eightysomething

Those ruffles aren’t doing my chunky little body any favors. Am I right?

Caturday 8/27/11

In Cats on August 27, 2011 at 8:24 am

All dress up and nowhere to ho

Happy Back-to-School Caturday! Now that every single second of my life is scheduled again, the cats are doing… absolutely nothing to help me keep the house in order.

Ralphie doesn’t do laundry…

Nope.

Weaz watches countless hours of reality television:

Casey and Vienna are trouble.

And both spent the whole week thwarting my many attempts to keep ahead of my school work…

You need this?

 

Cease what you are doing and pet me.

Plus, now that we are single, the cats have been party animal drunkards. They keep tempting me with nights out and vodka rather than nights in and vitamin metabolism readings. I’ll get this balanced out eventually. For now, though, I have a hangover. Again.

Ralph, too.

Single Cookie

In Baked Goods on August 25, 2011 at 11:24 pm

Single cookie

Would it be too much to say that I walk down the sidewalk wishing someone would hold my hand? It is, isn’t it? Yikes.

This is what my life has become. Wandering around aimlessly just waiting for someone to hug me. One of those run, jump, grab, spin kind of hugs. Stop talking, Katie.

So here I am hunkered over in the kitchen at 11 o’clock at night painstakingly measuring out wee tiny little bits of flour and sugar and shit. Why? I’m not proud of this but… I’m making a single cookie. One damn cookie. Can you believe this nonsense? Who does this?

Part of me thinks: This is rational. Twelve cookies would be too many anyway. And you can’t just keep giving them away because people will think you are a cookie slut. Best to stick to one lone cookie for your one lone self, ya loser.

And then the rest of me is like: OH SWEET JESUS JUST GO TO BED.

Sigh.

But in the battle of bed vs. cookies, cookies win every time.

Single Cookie
5.0 from 1 reviews
Print
Author: Reluctantly, Katie Levans
Serves: 1
No dessert in the house? No boyfriend around to eat the dozen cookies you’re planning to make? Slow down, killer. You need to calm the F down and make just one cookie. Trust me. It’s safer this way. You’ll get yours without staring at the other 11 for a week thinking, “Why is no one here to eat these??” You see? With a few staple pantry ingredients and a little blow to your ego, you can whip up a tasty, 125-calorie peanut butter oatmeal cookie in just minutes. Then go cry yourself to sleep.
Ingredients
  • 1 tablespoon whole wheat flour
  • 1 tablespoon rolled oats
  • 1 tablespoon unsweetened applesauce
  • sprinkle of cinnamon
  • dash of vanilla
  • 1/2 tablespoon peanut butter
  • 1/2 table spoon sugar
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Combine all ingredients in a small bowl.
  3. Shape dough into a cookie and bake on parchment paper for 10-12 minutes.

Excuse me while I go talk to my cats.

Click to enlarge

Chickpea Salad

In What's for Lunch? on August 25, 2011 at 1:33 am

Mediterranean chickpea salad

You know how Americans will call anything with feta cheese a “Mediterranean” dish? Excuse me while I do that.

Sometimes I wonder what real Mediterranean cuisine is like, but then I remember I don’t really care so long is there is feta. And olives. This simple one-dish, mix-and-go recipe contains both plus chickpeas. Does it get any better? (It does if you top it with avocado, but I digress…)

Chickpeas, feta, olives, red onion, olive oil

This “recipe” is not set in stone. You love feta? Add more feta! You hate onions? Leave them out! You really can’t mess something like this up. (But if you do, don’t blame me.)

Mediterranean Chickpea Salad
Print
Author: Katie Levans
Prep time: 8 mins
Total time: 8 mins
Serves: 2
I don’t care what anyone tells you… these sardine salads I’ve been seeing around the blogosphere are gross. Don’t do it. Don’t they have bones? And eyeballs? Ack… You know what doesn’t have bones or eyeballs? Chickpeas. Ah yes, the world’s most perfect legume is paired with salty feta, meaty olives, a spritz of lemon and a kick of red onion for a quick and easy salad that’s just as good by the spoonful out of the bowl as it is atop a bed of greens or stuffed in a pita. Go to town.
Ingredients
  • 1 can chickpeas, rinsed and drained
  • half of 1 small red onion, minced
  • 1/3 cup kalamata olives, pitted and chopped
  • 1/3 cup feta cheese
  • juice of half a lemon
  • olive oil to taste* (Note: My olives were packed in oil so I skipped adding any more)
Instructions
  1. Combine all ingredients in a bowl. Stir. Chill (or don’t). Eat.

Not sardines

Notice how I had fat-free cheese but added an avocado? Give and take, y’all. Yin and yang. Balance. You know.

I’m proud to report that I dressed appropriately for work for the second day in a row.

BOOM

And yes I do feel like I deserve some kind of award because I usually look like this:

Ehhhhh

I’m off to bed to curl up with this sexy little story…

Nerd alert!

Like opening up candy.

I Went to DC

In Travel on August 24, 2011 at 10:54 pm

Georgetown

Oh. This appears to have happened a week ago. My, how time flies when you don’t have a second of free time. Remember that time I was so bored I cried myself to sleep? No longer! Now I’m so busy the cats have reported me to DCFS (Department of Cats and Family Services) for neglect. The blog has similar complaints. So let’s recap, shall we?

Remember that time I went to HLS (here, here and here)? WELL, on the way we stopped in DC to visit my friends. I don’t know how I didn’t end up in DC. Everyone I know lives there. Actually, I do know. Let’s not discuss it.

Before we get into the good stuff (like dinner at a Jose Andres restaurant!), I have an important announcement to make…

THIS IS MY FRIEND GLANZ.

THIS IS GLANZ

Yep. There he is. Ordering french fries at Jose Andres’ restaurant. Do you see him? Good. Because all he ever does is bitch about how I won’t put him on the blog. Someone should remind him that I don’t live with him anymore so I don’t really have a lot of material. I do, however, have some nice flashbacks. So here is Glanz.

Sometimes he looks like David the Gnome.

Sometimes I wear his pants.

Sometimes we get drunk and make tshirts

Sometimes I lick his face when I'm drunk.

Sometimes we wear the same outfit.

Glanz is one of my very best friends from college. We lived together for a brief but glorious summer. Now he is a lawyer and probably doesn’t appreciate these pictures nearly as much as I do. You wanted on the blog, right? You’re welcome.

NOW… When traveling, I feel it’s important to come equipped with my own coffee so this happened:

Iced coffee on the go?

That mason jar of iced coffee traveled from North Carolina to Philadelphia with little more than an ice pack to keep it cool. I still drank it. It was still good. I also brought my own rice milk. “Why didn’t she just go to Starbucks?” you wonder. What am I a millionaire?? (No would be the answer.)

I also brought snacks.

Upon our arrival in the city we were whisked off to Jose Andres’ restaurant Zaytinya for dinner. With Glanz. Have you met Glanz?

Zaytinya is RIDICULOUS. Everything I ate was the best thing I’d ever eaten until I ate another thing. It was just best after best after best, starting with these silly puffed pitas:

Hey, Mike. (lawyer-to-be; judge him)

And ended with me begging for more. Somewhere in between I had:

Caramelized okra, crispy chickpeas, cardamom stew

Roasted cauliflower

The Associate

The drink: lemon verbena-infused vodka, attiki honey, ver jus. No, I don’t know what 66% of those three ingredients are.

The next day we explored Georgetown…

Baked & Wired

Self portrait.

Smoothie time.

And just as quickly as it began, our great DC adventure came to a screeching halt with the discovery of a 30-freaking-dollar parking ticket on my car. Rather than try to figure out a more economical way to park, I announced that we’d be leaving. Immediately. We packed up the car and hit the road for Philly. Glanz was still asleep. I’d feel bad for not saying goodbye but… it was noon.

And that, my friends, is Glanz. Welcome to the blog.

Back to School

In School on August 23, 2011 at 11:28 pm

Muesli: oats, rice milk, raisins, shredded apple

My mom always used to take a picture of us on the first day of school. If I had it readily available, I would share with you the back-to-school photo to end all back-to-school photos. Picture this:

Me, age 11, a little bit fat, dressed in short overalls, an oversized white t-shirt with a sunflower embroidered on it, sunflower earrings and a wide black headband to which I pinned–wait for it–a fake sunflower.

I planned that damn outfit for weeks. I shudder at the thought of it. Who let me out of the house like that, MOM??

Anyway, I did a little bit better today.

And took a picture in a parking lot.

That picture’s for you, mom. Add it to your arsenal of photographic evidence that I do embarrassing things. Anyway, I’ve decided that this year I’m going for the “I’m a young professional who happens to be in grad school” look rather than the “I’m a broke grad student who happens to have a job” look. My friend Caitlin says you create your own reality. So that’s mine until I lose the motivation to wear pencil skirts. I give it three days.

I had a crazy busy day that I thought might keep me nicely distracted from my life, but instead I answered every “What did you do with your summer?” question with: “Had a miserable breakup.” There is no hope for me.

At least everything I ate was awesome. I flexed my food packing muscles and carried along enough to get me through a solid 15-hour day. The very fact that not 24 hours into it I was already questioning how I plan to maintain this pace for the next year is a sure sign this will be, uh, interesting.

Bring it on. I’ve got muesli.

Yeah, boy.

Easy Muesli
Print
Author: Katie Levans
Prep time: 5 mins
Total time: 5 mins
Serves: 1
For a quick, no-brainer, grab-and-go breakfast that doesn’t come in bar form, muesli is a must. Hearty oats, sweet apple and a bright burst of lemon make me a happy camper in the morning and keep me feeling satisfied until lunchtime. There’s really no “recipe” for muesli; just let oats soak in milk with dried fruit and nuts of choice overnight.
Ingredients
  • 1/3 cup rolled oats, uncooked
  • 1/3 cup rice milk
  • 1/4 cup dried fruit (raisins, cranberries, chopped apricots)
  • 1/4 cup nuts (OR 1 tablespoon of nut butter)
  • 1 small apple, grated
  • juice from 1/4 lemon
  • dash of cinnamon
Instructions
  1. Combine all the ingredients in a covered bowl and let soak overnight in the refrigerator.
  2. In the morning, add additional milk as necessary if it has all been absorbed.

Muesli is what’s up. Some of us call it cold oats. Others call it overnight oats. Still others call it vegan overnight oats. A bowl of muesli by any other name would still taste as freaking fantastic. Just do it.

For lunch, a tempeh pita pocket with light havarti, pickles, kalamata olive hummus and mustard made.my.life.

It ain't trickin if ya got it.

Fixins

As you may know, sitting at a desk all day crushes my soul so I think it’s really, really important to step outside to eat lunch. Or to go for a walk. Or for any reason I can think of to not be sitting at a desk.

I tried to choke down a Greek yogurt with granola before my night class but… I hate yogurt. Every few months I’ll buy it just to make sure. Be it known: I’m sure.

Pleh.

Dinner didn’t happen until 9:30p and by that time I wasn’t really even hungry. (WHO AM I??) I still made it count with a massive pile of steamed kale, veggie burger and carrots with hummus.

Kale kale kale

I joke that this kind of schedule will be too much but, truly, I thrive on this kind of over-involvement. (WHS Most Involved: Class of 2003, what whaaaaaat.) I think it makes me feel useful. Or needed. Or something.

I’m doing this thing for work where we have to ask five people 8 questions about us. The idea is that it’ll give us a glimpse into our character as perceived by others, not how we want to be perceived by others. I’ve only asked one person so far and his responses to “What do you most appreciate about me?” and “What do you find challenging about me?” were one in the same and centered on my tendency to overwork myself.

The questions, should you be interested in overanalyzing what people say, are:

  1. What do you most appreciate about me?
  2. What do you wish I appreciated more about myself?
  3. What do you see that I should continue doing/being that supports my authentic self?
  4. Do you notice areas in my life where I experience a loss of power?
  5. When am I most inspired?
  6. What do you find challenging about me?
  7. What is one thing you wish for me in the next three years?
  8. What is one thing you wish for me in my lifetime?

HLS: Blogger Safety

In Conferences on August 23, 2011 at 6:21 am

Rooooooommates

Any time you attend a conference there will be much chatter (positive and negative) about the venue, the food, the t-shirts, the presenters, the hotel and so on. (I’ll share all my chatter about this specific conference once I’m done recapping all the sessions.) One thing I think everyone can agree on is that it’s the social interaction, the connections, the chance to see old friends and make new ones that keep us coming back each year.

Many of the people I’ve met through blogging have become true, irreplaceable friends of mine in real life. And because this community is so vast and so inspiring and so welcoming, I feel a connection even with those I haven’t met yet. It’s kind of like a big, not-so-secret club and we all know the handshake.

There’s a familiar scene I’m sure we’ve all experienced that I’ve relived a hundred times over since first participating in blogger meetups. It’s that moment at the beginning of the meal when everyone whips out a camera, looks around the table, laughs and says, “I love eating with other bloggers because they don’t think this is weird.”

That moment of understanding and that sense of belonging don’t just happen face-to-face. It’s something that transcends the need for “real life” interaction and leaves us feeling connected to other bloggers we’ve never even met. It’s a tightly knit group.

So when the topic of blogger safety arises, suddenly it’s not only about me or my family or my friends; it’s about all of us. We’re our own little tribe. When one member is threatened, we should all feel threatened. And on the flip side, when one person stands up to fight, we should all feel powerful because there is strength in our numbers.

At the Summit, Monica took on the daunting task of discussing blogger safety. While it’s something that should be on everyone’s radar, the room was mostly empty. It’s not surprising, I suppose. After all, it’s not the most fun thing to delve into, but it is necessary.

As part of this community, I think we all have a responsibility to look out for each other and hold each other accountable when it comes to sharing our lives in an engaging and entertaining but safe way.

Here’s what we talked about:

  • As a blogger you are friendly, familiar and predictable. This leads people to believe they know you better than they do and makes you easy to find.
  • Journalists are among the most stalked people
  • 1 in 12 women will be stalked in her lifetime; 1 in 45 men will
  • Your personal information is easy to find even if you don’t disclose it on your blog. Contact your domain host and request that your information be removed anywhere they provide it.
  • Have a comment deletion policy. Negative or aggressive comments need never see the light of day, but you should make it perfectly clear (on your About page or FAQ) when and why you censor comments so everyone is on the same page.
  • Establish what you are comfortable sharing. Not everyone has to have photos of themselves, recaps of their days or information about where they work. Find what is best (and safest) for you.
  • This is my personal opinion: FourSquare, a service that allows you to “check in” at different locations and share this check in with Twitter and Facebook followers, is a terrible idea. When you check in, you are broadcasting (in real time!) your location and also the fact that you are not at home. Some people say it’s ok to check in after you leave a place. I say never check in on FourSquare. It makes it too apparent which places you like to frequent and, again, lets people know when you’re house is unoccupied.
  • Another note on FourSquare and Facebook places: Don’t check in other people. This is a matter of safety and not everyone wants their information blasted out to the masses. Just don’t do it.
  • Be careful with your photos. That picture of your dog… Could someone read your address on his dog tags if they zoomed in? That quirky little coffee shop? Could someone figure out which one it is based on its unique decor? That company (or school) polo you have on? Even if you don’t share your place of employment, is it now available to anyone who wants it?
  • DON’T SHARE: your favorite running route (ever); specific places you frequent; your school or place of employment; real names of your children or specific information about where they are; photos of or information about people who don’t want to be online
  • Always ask permission before putting someone else on your blog. This is your life and maybe you’re comfortable with sharing a lot, but not everyone is. Plus, if safety ever becomes an issue, you will carry the burden of guilt if you drag someone else into it who never wanted anything to do with blogging.
  • Before accepting samples or giveaways from PR firms, confirm who your contact is. Call the firm and ask for validation. Never just give your address to anyone who wants to send you something for free. If you receive a lot of offers, consider setting up a PO Box for blog deliveries.
  • If you think something is wrong, report the situation to: fightcyberstalking.org, call local law enforcement, inform friends and family of what’s happening and record every incident.
It’s not about living in a constant state of fear but about living in a constant state of readiness. If you take the necessary precautions and share your life in a smart way, you can keep yourself and those around you safe.

Realistic Achievable Wellness

In Conferences on August 22, 2011 at 7:55 am

All vegetarian lunch at HLS this year

Missed the Healthy Living Summit? Fret not. While I’m sure you’re dying to hear about my night at the gay bar, 2am pizza run, that guy that got busted for coke right in front of our dinner table, our epic road trip through a tornado warning and how the cats are faring after three days alone, I insist on making you learn first. You’re welcome.

This year’s keynote speaker was Dawn Jackson Blatner, registered dietitian and author of The Flexitarian Diet. Her presentation was about R.A.W. (Realistic. Achievable. Wellness.), which she says can be accomplished on a flexitarian diet. These are my notes:

  • On the health spectrum of slow progress/no results to frustrating/not sustainable, you want to fall somewhere in the middle. You don’t want to be doing absolutely nothing but you also don’t want to have so many rules and restrictions that your lifestyle is impossible to maintain.
  • Trends in food right now: meatless, simple ingredients, natural, detox, local food, gluten-free, real food, farm fresh, back to basics
  • 8/10 chefs say that vegetarian entrees are “hot” right now
  • 23% more meatless meals are being consumed in restaurants
  • 40% of non-vegetarian eaters say they order vegetarian entrees in restaurants
  • Part of food is being social; if you can be a social drinker can you be a social carnivore?
  • Blatner explained that she was a vegetarian for a while but secretly ate “special” meat on the side: her grandma’s roast, a hot dog with the Chicago Cubs, BBQ at her brother’s house, etc. She felt like a fraud counseling people on being vegetarian and pushing that as the best diet while still eating meat herself. This is when she embraced a flexitarian lifestyle instead.
  • Flexitarian: pro-plants not anti-meat
  • How are flexitarians different from omnivores? Intention. Every day a flexitarian wakes up with the intention to be more vegetarian, but they still eat meat on occasion. Omnivores wake up every day with the intention to eat anything.
  • How to transition to a flexitarian diet: 1) Reportion your plate 2) Reinvent old favorites 3) Refresh your recipe repertoire
  • 25-25-50 – Your plate should include 25% lean protein, 25% whole grain and 50% produce (fruit and veg). You can continue eating the same things you always have but just change the portions around so you’re eating more vegetables and smaller meat servings. (Also, change some of your meat servings to plant proteins)
  • To reinvent old favorites, the some of these swaps: instead of chicken, tofu; instead of meat sauce, white beans in tomato sauce; instead of chicken stir fry, edamame stir fry, instead of steak burrito, black bean burrito, instead of meatloaf, lentil loaf
  • Enjoy exploring new foods. Transitioning to a plant-based diet should be about all the new things you can eat, not about all the old things you can’t. Share recipes. Read blogs. Visit new restaurants.
  • Think you’re craving meat? Lots of people who try to transition to plant-based eating say they crave meat. Blatner says you’re actually craving a meaty or savory taste known as umami. You can find this taste in cooked tomatoes, parmesan cheese, carrots, potatoes, soybeans, seaweed, green tea and mushrooms.
  • Don’t like plants? Try pairing an unliked flavor with a liked one (example: add some unliked black beans to a steak burrito). Over time, you will start to associate the unliked food with the liked food and will begin enjoying it on its own. This type of pairing increases the likelihood of acceptance of an unliked food.
  • De-bittering: Raw vegetables are bitter and some people hate this. You can de-bitter them by adding sweetness or fat. She calls this the “coffee principle.” Coffee is bitter but people drink it. Why? Because they add sugar (sweetness) and fat (cream). Roast vegetables to bring out sweetness or add fat (olive oil, cheese, yogurt, etc.)
  • Brighten: You can brighten the flavor of vegetables without adding salt by adding an acid like vinegar, citrus or yogurt. For Italian food, add balsamic vinaigrette. For Mexican, add a squeeze of lime. For Middle Eastern food, add yogurt.
I loved this presentation and thought Blatner did a great job laying out a healthy eating plan without scaring away or alienating people who still want to eat meat but still promoting a plant-based diet. Hope these notes are useful!

HLS: Write a Better Recipe

In Conferences on August 20, 2011 at 10:54 am

Heeeeeey

Last year I provided notes from the sessions I attended for anyone who couldn’t make it to the Summit but was interested in learning a little something. So here we go again…

My first session was “Writing a Better Recipe” by Stepfanie Romine from Spark People. I appreciated this session because Stepfanie is a professional recipe developer/editor and just wrapped up her work on the Spark People Cookbook (out October 4, 2011) so she was speaking from experience.

Bloggers!

I straight suck at writing recipes so here’s what I need to know:

  • Pet Peeves: There are some common mistakes bloggers make when posting recipes, including: no forewarning that a step will involve overnight chilling or soaking; using obscure, hard-to-find ingredients; posting photos between instructions; no mention of time-consuming prep; cooking at odd temperatures (like 315 degrees) or times (like 7 min); random capitalization of ingredients
  • Anatomy of a Great Recipe: You should include: a title, headnote and tips, yield, prep and cook times (separated out), ingredient list and instructions.
  • Blog vs. Recipe: Photos and a funny story are great… in a blog. The recipe should be just the recipe. Give people just what they need to get a great end result. Save your antics for the blog entry. You can use a printer-friendly widget to make the recipe easily accessible below your story/photos.
  • Headnotes: This is an important piece that should go below the recipe title and above the ingredient list that includes an enticing descriptor (appealing to all five senses), tips for success, alternatives/substitutions (for ingredients and equipment) and proper credit if any part of the recipe was borrowed or “inspired by.”
  • Details: Spell out “tablespoon” and “teaspoon” rather than use Tbsp or tsp since not everyone knows the abbreviations. Specify can size (14.1 oz, for example) because they come in many variations. Is it “1 cup of almonds, chopped” or “1 cup of chopped almonds”? Just be as specific as possible.
  • Before You Publish: Check for the six components of a great recipe. Ensure all ingredients listed are used and all ingredients used are listed. Make sure instructions are in order and nothing is missing. Check spelling and grammar.
  • Rights: Legally, only a headnote and methods can be copyrighted; ingredients cannot. If you adapt a recipe, link to the original. If you only swap out a couple simple ingredients (used cranberries instead of raisins), this is not your recipe and you should link back to the original.
  • Resources for Recipe Development: Will Write for Food, Recipes Into Type, Cook Wise and Bake Wise, On Food and Cooking

I'm gonna need some protein...

I’m already hungry. Is it time for lunch yet?

Caturday 8/20/11

In Cats on August 20, 2011 at 8:16 am

HAHAHA

Happy Healthy Living Summit Caturday! The conference is great fun so far but something tells me I should’ve carted the cats up here because all anyone really wants to talk to me about is what they’re like in real life. I should’ve probably brought some autographed photos.

Because they got left behind, the photo above represents how Ralph and Weaz feel about me being in Philadelphia. They are very bitter.

I get incredibly stressed out when I leave them alone but I left them with plenty of snacks, poop space and windows so I think they’ll be fine.

What is this?

Privacy, please.

Good job, Ralph.

And a sitter. Obviously a sitter. Who do you think I am? I understand some people leave cats alone for, like, five days at time. I want someone to come by twice a day. Better yet, it’d be nice if someone would just live at my house. Don’t judge me. They’re celebrities for god’s sake. I have to make sure no one has come by to catnap them.

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

Seriously. There’s no limit to the amount of CRAZY I’d unleash on someone who did harm to these two creatures. I would be a murderer. And I’m fine with it.

Special thanks to my friend Amber’s cat Tassey for graciously hosting me in DC and giving me my feline fix for the weekend. Much appreciated.

Honorary Caturday Member

About the Journey

In Travel on August 19, 2011 at 11:27 am

Falafel in Durham

It’s not about the destination but about the journey, they say, and that has been the theme of our trip to the Healthy Living Summit. Flying would have been easier, I guess, and after all our gas and parking fees and parking tickets and cab fares, we may not really be saving any money. But just 24 hours in I can safely say that I wouldn’t go back and do this trip any other way.

Driver and navigator/restaurant finder

After all, I don’t know an airport in the world where you can find falafel as good as what we had for lunch yesterday.

We hit the road around noon but held out for a late lunch so we could stop about two hours out in Durham, NC. Diana held down the fort as our official restaurant finder and pulled out a freaking gem at the last possible must-make-a-decision-now-before-I-miss-the-exit second. Presenting: International Delights.

Success!

YESSSSSSSS

This is my idea of a perfect restaurant: family owned, hole-in-the-wall, Middle Eastern food, tacky decor that makes no sense whatsoever (Native American mural? Eiffel Tower?), crotchety old man hocking loogies in the back (uhhh). The point is they’re not trying to impress you and they don’t have to because the food speaks for itself.

Just say no to ketchup.

“In the East, cooking is an art. Every ingredient is painstakingly measured to delight the palate… We believe ketchup is used to cover the bad flavor of junk food… We will decline to provide our customers with ketchup to add to their food because our dishes are simply the best.” <– AMAZING

International Sampler

I got the International Sampler: hummus, falafel, tabbouleh, foul maddams and pita.

I done good.

This is a bold statement but this was definitely some of the best falafel I’ve ever had. AND IT WAS GREEN. Everything was amazing. I inhaled it and then wanted more. I didn’t get more, but the sweet son of the owner did give us baklava for free.

Whatever you like, you can have.

And for all the men out there… When Diana asked this guy for a to-go box, his response was: “Whatever you like, you can have.” Granted, all she wanted was a styrofoam box, but it came across as the sweetest, most genuine response. And this should be your response to everything.

I rounded the meal out with one of Diana’s dough balls:

So good.

HLS or Bust

In Travel on August 18, 2011 at 6:45 am

Fuel

Today’s the day. Today Diana and I begin our daring journey from Charlotte to Philadelphia for the Healthy Living Summit. Mentally, I’m not quite there. I arrived at our “planning” meeting earlier this week with nothing but my body. The extent of my planning has been this: Drive CLT to DC. Drive DC to Philly. Drive Philly to CLT.

Luckily, though, my trusty travel companion had it together. Diana came packing 12 pages of handwritten notes, printed HIGHLIGHTED Google maps, restaurant suggestions, planned stops, baked goods she’s been preparing for a week, etc.

I didn’t expect myself to be the fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type, but with Diana on top of the ball, I’ll take it. This will be incredible or unbearable, and I like to think our opposing complementary personalities will pair nicely.

I did manage to pack up some snacks last night. Priorities. I’ve got:

  • Garden Chips
  • Cheese
  • Veggies and hummus
  • Oranges
  • Bars
I’m also dragging along a mason jar full of iced coffee. Truth. Hotel coffee blows and I’m not spending $8 a day on coffee while I’m there. Hell-to-the-no.

Healthy.

I also managed to (sort of) clean the house, eat a balanced meal and take a late evening yoga class with the incredible Adam Whiting. Isn’t he a dream boat? WINK. Hey, Adam. I realize I never practice at night and I love practicing at night. I’m looser and stronger and it jacks me up. Amazing class.
And with that… I’m off (late) for work and then hitting the road. See you on the road! (Watch out.)

St. Lucian Banana Sweetbread

In Baked Goods on August 17, 2011 at 8:12 am

Vegan banana sweetbread muffins

The other day I was combing through the treasure trove of used books that is Book Buyers on Central Ave when I came across a copy of Sundays at the Moosewood Restaurant for just $6. Jackpot. And by some miracle of cookbook gods, I actually used it the very next day instead of letting it collect dust while I browse the Internet for new recipes.

I had two bananas that were damn near disintegration so I flipped to the index to see if this book offered any ideas for what to do with them. In the “Caribbean Chapter,” Yellowman’s Banana Lime Bread.

Since I didn’t have lime in the house and my only lemon appeared to have fossilized in the fridge, I used orange instead. The recipe only calls for a tablespoon of citrus juice so that flavor didn’t really come through. It also calls for the addition of toasted coconut, which would have been amazing but I didn’t have any on hand so I added oats instead.

Haha. This stupid picture.

The addition of ground ginger kicks it up a notch from plain ol’ American banana bread. Why is American food so boring? I wonder if food bloggers in other countries are ever like, “And the recipe excluded all spices whatsoever making it dully American.”

Figure It Out

In Rant on August 16, 2011 at 11:07 pm

Be not fooled. I will crush souls.

My dad is a force to be reckoned with.

When I was 19 I studied abroad in Chile and ended up hospitalized with dysentery my entire last week there. When I told my dad over the phone that the program coordinator didn’t help me get to the hospital and had yet to visit me, I knew that poor Ivan (ee-VAHN) was in for a verbal beating. And wouldn’t you know it, there he was at the foot of my bed not an hour later. Looking rather weak and defeated, his only question to me was not “How are you doing?” but “How many people report to your dad?”

I don’t know what my dad said to him, but I suspect it was something straight out of an episode of The Sopranos. And the answer, ee-VAHN, is a lot.

My mom is no mat to be walked upon either, though she’s a gentler soul. The way she put it today: “I live in a man’s world and sometimes it pisses me off. Sometimes I’m not tall enough or strong enough, but I’ll find a way to make it happen.” It’s because of her that “I’ve got it!” any time my hands are full and someone tries to help me out. And it’s because of my dad that I let a shitstorm of fury rain down upon the men of Jackie Mauldin’s Auto Collision Repair today.

Let’s backtrack…

To make a very long, very touchy story very short and very PC, let’s say this: Stew’s car was stolen out of our driveway. I let him drive mine in its stead. He crashed it. Nothing major. Still drivable. He handled the repairs where he lives in South Carolina and gave me his car to drive while mine’s in the shop. Body shop gave us an estimate of a week. Then two. Then three. Then four for completion. I’ve been driving my exboyfriend’s car around for over a month. It crushes my soul every time I get in it. Around week three I called the body shop to see what the hell was going on and one who shall remain nameless GLEN didn’t find my concerns worthy and hung up on me. This leads us to present time. The car was supposed to be ready last Monday. Wasn’t. Last Friday. Wasn’t. Yesterday. Wasn’t. Today. WASN’T.

With Stew at the beach this week, I had to drive all the way down there. They said it wasn’t ready and I’d have to come back tomorrow. Freaking GLEN got all “It still has to be built and painted and buffed and cleaned.” To which I replied: “I.will.flip.out.” I told them I wouldn’t leave without the car, that they’d been giving me the runaround for a full month and that the entire situation was a pathetic excuse for customer service.

The owner heard the growing commotion and came out to see what was up. I not-so-calmly informed him of the situation, the runaround and the infamous hang up (GLEN YOU ASS). He said, “Wait right here” and left to check on things. Not 30 seconds later he was back and said the car would be washed and ready in minutes.

WHAT THE FUCK, GLEN? Built, painted, buffed, cleaned… my ass.

So it wasn’t a few minutes. It was more like an hour. But the car was ready. Since doors were replaced, I checked the locks and the windows and slammed them a few times. No go. Something was rattling inside. Yep, sure enough. They went back in for another 45 minutes to fix whatever that was (which, in the end, they claim was not something they ever even touched).

So I finally get the car, right? I get in it and I feel like I’m in a Rolls-fricking-Royce.

EEEEEEEE

I love this car, I declare. I’ll never take this car for granted again, I promise. I look awesome, I think. Such a badass in this sexy little black interior… I’m back, bitches.

So there I am cruising up 85N. Elated. Daydreaming myself into a Rhianna video and thinking, “I should totally get a gun,” (HAHAHA) when PHWOOOOOM. Off flies a piece of my newly repaired vehicle.

OH HELLLLLLLL NAW.

You're doing it wrong.

I pull off at the next exit, call the body shop and calmly explain that the car they literally just fixed 30 minutes ago is falling apart.

Not our problem, they say. We didn’t even touch that part. Good luck to you.

And this, my friends, is when rage really set in. I got myself to a Starbucks. Inhaled the Whole Foods I’d picked up.

Hey, baby.

And gave myself three options:

  • You can cry about it
  • You can get dad to fight your battle (and probably cry about it)
  • Or you can figure it out

I opted for figure it out. And buy M&Ms.

Bonus!

I called the body shop back and let them have it. Said I would absolutely not pay for this new repair nor would I come back to their stupid garage. Instead, I would find a suitable one near my home in Charlotte and send them the bill. At first they said hell-to-the-no, little girl. Even had the audacity to tell me not to “get all excited here.” But then, like magic, he backed down and said they’d pay for it because it “wasn’t worth all the trouble.” Which, in my book, would be admitting fault. I don’t know a body shop anywhere that will sacrifice a penny unless they know they effed up somewhere along the way.

The car won’t get fixed at the new body shop until Monday and I was an hour late for work, but victory was still mine.

So the next time a boy wants to ask me out, my first question won’t be, “Sure, what time?” It’ll be, “Let’s say you crashed your girlfriend’s car… How would you handle it?” And when he wants to know why I’m asking, I’ll smile coyly and say, “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

But we’ll all know the truth now, won’t we?

Some Food is Ugly

In What's for Lunch? on August 15, 2011 at 8:37 am

Steamed kale, crumbled tempeh, cashew cheese sauce

I’ve eaten this plate of food multiple times this week and photographed it in multiple different lighting options and every time I think, “Well that’s just too ugly to post.” I even added an orange to pretty it up. No go.

But since it tastes so crazy delicious, I feel like I can’t deprive you all of the knowledge of the combination:

  • Steamed kale
  • Crumbled tempeh
  • Cashew cheese sauce

The cashew cheese sauce is something I made on the fly with raw cashews, water, nutritional yeast, paprika, vegan worchestire sauce and salt and pepper. But since I don’t measure anything it’s probably best that I direct you to someone who does… Cashew cheese from Berlin’s Whimsy.

I know Angela at Oh She Glows makes it too but couldn’t find any recipes…

At any rate, whenever you find a recipe that works, take it and immediately slather it over a mountain of greens and crumbled tempeh. It won’t be the prettiest girl at school, but wasn’t she always kind of a slut anyway?

PB Chocolate Pretzel Bars

In Baked Goods on August 14, 2011 at 2:18 pm

Peanut butter chocolate-covered pretzel oat bars

My current financial situation is that if I don’t need it for survival, I don’t need it and, therefore, don’t buy it. The past month I’ve kept a spending journal to keep up with where my money goes, and aside from the occasional coffee or dinner or book that I use as a treat to keep myself sane, I am spending money only on groceries, bills and cat supplies. If you’re thinking to yourself, “You don’t need cat supplies to survive,” I suggest you meet Ralph and Weaz early in the morning when they haven’t yet been fed. You’ll understand.

At any rate, I have gotten really good at simply ignoring the urge to impulse buy. That was, of course, until I was pulling into the parking deck at work and realized I had packed an unsatisfactory dinner and would think about nothing but its shortcomings before, during and after I ate it. So to avoid being a miserable person all night, I decided a quick overpriced snack wouldn’t send me on a downward spiral into bankruptcy and made a U-turn into the Earth Fare parking lot.

I picked up an expensive organic macrobiotic bar and a kombucha, two things I used to buy without thinking that now had me fretting and number crunching. And do you want to know how much those two items cost me?

$6.66

Six dollars and sixty six cents. Can you believe that shit? I looked at the cashier and said something to that effect. “I know. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” she said.

Not notice a friendly reminder from Satan that I wasn’t supposed to be buying expensive organic macrobiotic bars and kombucha?? I noticed.

I bought it anyway. The kombucha exploded on me in the car and I was late to work. The bar, however, (a Macrobar granola with coconut) was the absolute best expensive bar I’ve ever had.

Since recovering from my run in with the devil, I’ve been fixated on preparing a delicious granola bar that’s not sugar and fat laden. While these vegan peanut butter chocolate-covered pretzel bars I came up with aren’t quite ready for recipe sharing, I think I’m certainly on to something.

Allllmost ready...

I used oats as the base (because I’m kind of sick of date bars). And instead of massive amounts of honey, brown rice syrup or maple syrup, I used peanut butter and apple sauce as the binder and sweetener.

It’s a good start, but I need to do some more variations and flavor combos before I go claiming I have a real winner.

Anyway, I’m off to exorcise demons out of my kitchen.

I Found Falafel

In Restaurants on August 13, 2011 at 5:39 pm

FA.LA.FEL. In Charlotte. Where I live.

There were lots of things I looked for when moving to Charlotte–proximity to bars and restaurants, increased distance from Rock Hill, quick interstate access, nearby parks, etc. Clearly I forgot my non-negotiables for the apartment because, as we all know, I don’t have a dishwasher, washer/dryer or a bug-free environment. Sometimes I forget things. Another very important thing I forgot was determining whether or not I could find decent falafel in this city.

After a long, painful month of hardship, I have finally (finally!) found the perfect, unassuming, family-run, strip mall Lebanese restaurant I so needed to make this place feel like home.

Presenting: Zeitouni Grill.

I was feeling so very miserable yesterday so I fought the urge to get drunk in bed and go to sleep at 7pm and instead took myself on a little date for falafel. This is all I really want in life. I’m a simple girl.

Date?

My plan was ultimately to get dinner and go see The Help, but since I spent too much time eating falafel, I passed on the movie and instead went to buy a book about cupcakes. This is my life.

At Zeitouni I got the vegetarian platter, which includes:

  • 6 glorious falafel balls
  • Tabbouleh (or fatoush or… something else)
  • Hummus (or baba ganoush)
  • Pita bread

All for, like, $9. The tabbouleh was perfect. Heavy on parsley, light on bulgur wheat. As it should be. The falafel was no Pita House, it was definitely a close second. I was blissfully happy for approximately 15 minutes and then sobbed myself to sleep.

The thing about a breakup, I guess, is that in order to move on, you eventually have to accept the fact that you were wrong. That no matter what he said or you said about forever, it ended. That all the things you could have been doing for the past three years have come and gone while you were wrapped up in a forever that ended. It’s just this realization that if you were so wrong about something you thought was so right, there’s really no end to the impermanence of everything around you. You suddenly doubt everything.

And that’s where I was last night. But somewhere along the way I ate excellent falafel and read about cupcakes. So not all was lost. It’s the little things.

Caturday 8/13/11

In Cats on August 13, 2011 at 7:21 am

Bedside table. Yer doin it wrong.

Happy last-full-week-of-summer-vacation-for-me-Caturday! I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for brisk air, boots and a schedule that will (hopefully) keep me busy enough to stop crying myself to sleep. Am I right? I am right.

The cats have really enjoyed their vacation. Even though they live like this every second of every day of the year, they like summer better because I have been around for torturing these brief few months.

Mostly we just watched TV…

Tyra, of course.

And Weaz got in the way.

Took naps…

My bed, sucker.

Weaz... everywhere you want to sleep.

And covered my entire house in hair.

Yesterday I was doing my daily Clean Up Cat Hair Routine and it occurred to me that, should these creatures live into their twenties (as I fully expect both to do; don’t crush my dreams) then I’ll be cleaning up cat hair well into my 40s. And thats when I realized I’m not cut out for motherhood just yet. How long do babies live?

I will live forever.

***UPDATE: 2nd Birthday Giveaway Winner Announced!***

Man, did Ralph and Weaz drop the ball or what? I told them they were in charge of announcing our giveaway winner and they totally skirted their duties. They’re just here for the fame. Can’t get a damn second of work out of the two…

They claim it’s because they were busy baking a cake for the winner but, as we all know, if cats could talk, they would lie to you. At any rate, the winner is…

Kim!

 

#21

Hooray!

Kim, please email sweettaterblog@gmail.com with your shipping info. Hooray! Congratulations, and thank you!

BYO Sandwich

In What's for Lunch? on August 12, 2011 at 10:40 pm

Tempeh sandwich built with love

Everyone carries around a jar of mustard, an avocado and real silverware in their purse all day and then writes about sandwiches on a Friday night, right? Glad we’re all on the same page here…

I was running late for work today (as I do) and didn’t have time to assemble a complete meal on the spot. Instead, I opted for throwing a bunch of sandwich essentials into a bag and doing the dirty work later. That’s how I came to find:

  • Two slices of bread
  • A piece of cheese
  • One avocado
  • A jar of mustard
  • Three pickles
  • A block of tempeh
  • And two tomatoes

In my purse. Don’t you even worry about it.

Assembly line

I sit outside in the same place everyday and I know the people who pass by or work nearby think I’m a straight up lunatic. Remember that time I brought corn on the cob? Exactly.

In the end, I would argue that it was better to not have my sandwich pre-assembled because that’s how bread gets soggy and no one likes soggy bread. Least of all people who eat a lot of food and enjoy doing so.

Don't worry about it.

About a Bike

In What's for Lunch? on August 11, 2011 at 10:26 am

Kale salad w/tofu, edamame, cantaloupe

I bought this bike two or three years ago when gas was like $5/gallon and I thought it might be a good way to save money. At the time, I lived like two miles from work, was commuting whopping 10 minutes a day and filled my gas tank up every two months or so. In hindsight, I didn’t really need to save money on gas and a $500 bike was certainly not adding any jingle to my piggy bank.

It should be noted that my brother pointed this out to me the day I bought the bike and I told him of course he wouldn’t understand and to stop being such a wasteful Earth-hating Republican.

At any rate, I bought the bike. I wanted it in black with a brown seat because I am a neutral kind of girl but that one was like $1000. So I asked for it to be ordered in green and then customized with a white seat, handlebars and big gaudy bubble tires. It arrived in orange. Bright orange. Too impatient to wait for them to re-order, I just took it.

It will horrify some, but I didn’t wear a bike helmet as a kid so when I bought this bike I didn’t get one either (even though the sales guy pushed it really hard). I got not 15 feet from the store, almost got hit by a car, nearly flew over the handlebars to stop that from happening, and immediately turned around to go purchase a helmet.

It’s white and makes me look like a storm trooper. And I wear it every time I ride.

A sight to be seen.

I’m aware I look straight up ridiculous dressed as a storm trooper riding this tacky orange beach cruiser in urban settings, but I need to get at least $500 worth of gas mileage out of it.

Yesterday I took my tacky bike down to the park to enjoy a lovely lunch of massaged kale salad with tofu, edamame and cantaloupe. And then I pedaled back to the Galactic Empire.

Mounds Ice Cream

In Dessert on August 10, 2011 at 2:39 pm

3-ingredient vegan Mounds "ice cream"

Hold on, hold on. Let me just lick this sharp metal food processor blade clean.

Aaaaaand… ok.

First, if you’ve never made banana soft serve, you:

  1. Don’t read food blogs
  2. Don’t have a food processor
  3. Don’t have a soul

You decide. This is the easiest, cheapest, healthiest, fastest dessert you can make. Are you with me now? Good.

How To: Banana Soft Serve

I’ve made many a flavor (cherry, blueberry, peach, peanut butter, chocolate…) but today’s combo is pulling into the lead for BEST.EVER.

Chocolate coconut. Yep.

I simply combined: 1 frozen banana, 1 Tbsp cocoa powder (unsweetened), and 1 tsp coconut butter in a mini food processor until smooth.

And then I ate it. Really quickly.

Photographed to gone in 6 seconds flat.

And in case anyone was wondering… this is what my food photo studio really looks like:

OK then.

Plenty

In Rant on August 10, 2011 at 11:33 am

Why don't I participate in a CSA?

My friend Marian is out of town this week so I was the lucky recipient of her CSA share from New Terra Farms. Marian, don’t take this the wrong way but… please go out of town every week.

Look at this bountiful harvest! Tomatoes, peppers, onions, garlic, soybeans, okra, cucumber, squash. Glorious day.

Back around last Christmas I read a book called Plenty, which sparked my local Carolina food challenge earlier this summer. It’s an intriguing look at the impact modern agriculture has had on what we eat and when, and I recommend it to everyone.

Just as I don’t think that everyone in the world has to be a vegetarian because that’s what I think is right for me, I don’t think everyone in the world has to eat food grown only in their backyards. I do, however, think that people who choose to eat factory farmed meat should understand where it comes from and how it gets to their plates. The same goes, then, for people who choose to eat factory farmed produce. Because let’s be honest, we self righteous vegetarians love to get onto meat eaters about all the trouble they’re causing dear Mother Earth, but we neglect to address similar problems resulting from the mass production of fruits, vegetables and grains.

I am by no means saying that I eat in a way that leaves no impact on the environment or field workers or the economy, but I am saying that it’s important to educate yourself on the issues and make the best choices you can. I’m also not saying I’m vehemently anti-modern agriculture. Advances in agriculture are what drive away famine, forge new industries and new jobs and make food available in places where it otherwise isn’t.

You all know I’ll be the first to eat a plate of quinoa from Peru, avocado from Mexico and coconut from a rainforest I’ve never heard of without venturing farther than my local Trader Joe’s. BUT the farther away our food is farmed, the farther we’re pulled away from what we have right here at home, which, as it turns out, is plenty.

Just some food for thought. Articles of interest:

Quinoa’s Global Success Creates Quandary at Home

The Banana Trade War

 Fair Trade Coffee: Building Producer Capacity via Global Networks

 

Hand Me My Dentures

In Yoga on August 9, 2011 at 10:59 pm

We're gonna have to puree this sandwich...

Let’s see… so far today I have:

  • Thrown out my hip in yoga
  • Rolled my eyes at no fewer than three “kids these days”
  • Watched a riveting documentary about a rat plague that decimates a bamboo field once every 48 years (whaaat??)
  • And “liked” Tidy Cats on Facebook

I am 90 years old.

It’s a surprise I was even able to gum down that sandwich to swallowing consistency without my dentures.

I don’t really think I threw my hip out in yoga. Maybe a little bit. The thing is that I have really tight hips and I’ve decided I don’t want them any more so I’ve been pushing them beyond where they would like to go and so sometimes afterwards they’re a little bit on the “heeeeeey now” side. You know what I’m saying? But I have to have these physical goals (like: “hey, I’d like open hips”) because otherwise my only reason for going to class is so a man will touch me. What? No…

What are we going to do with me?

[For the reasons I actually do yoga, see here.]

Chewy Chickpea Blondies

In Baked Goods on August 9, 2011 at 1:42 pm

Chewy gooey chickpea blondies (vegan)

Last week I had a little pep talk with myself. It went something like this:

“Alright YOU, you’ve had enough baked goods to get you through three breakups. Calm the F down, madam. Eat a green bean or something.”

And then I made these. BUT in my defense… they are made out of chickpeas. You heard me. Chocolate-Covered Katie has created flourless, nearly fat-free, vegan blondies made out of chickpeas. Don’t believe me? Exhibit A.

Now, I don’t know what I did so terribly wrong that mine came out looking (and I assume tasting) nothing like hers, but I’m not complaining because these suckers are good. And I know it’s not a green bean but, really, if we’re all honest with ourselves, it’s pretty much just like eating hummus so… Hate on, haters.

Garden Chips

In Products on August 9, 2011 at 6:00 am

Tropical Foods Garden Chips

You know when you bring food to an office and walk around the jail cells cubicles offering it up to people and everyone gets all awkward like you’re presenting a plate of Anthrax? “No, no thank you. I’m on a diet,” they say. But then you set the plate in the kitchen and it’s magically GONE in, like, five minutes?

Well, my coworkers at lululemon are not like that. No matter what I bring in–be it brownies or cookies or even these vegetables–they’re on me like frat boys on a keg the second I walk in the door. “What’d you bring? Is it vegan? Can I have six, please?” This is why I like these people.

So last week Charlotte-based Tropical Foods sent me some of their York’s Harvest Garden Chips, and by “some of” I mean six boxes. Naturally, I took the surplus to work and it was G-O-N-E before my shift was over.

Assorted, green bean and okra

I was a big fan of the assorted mix–sweet potato, okra, green bean, squash and taro root. Hello, sweet potatoes… duh. And taro root is only the greatest frozen yogurt flavor to grace the Earth. Turns out it’s a good chip, too. The okra I’m not so sure about but something tells me the next time Bachelor Pad is on and I need something to get me through THREE HOURS of reality TV, that box of okra and I are going to be good friends.

You can find Garden Chips locally here in Charlotte at Healthy Home Market and Lowes Foods, or you can order them online here.

Thanks, Scott, for hooking me up.

All the Single Ladies?

In Dinner on August 8, 2011 at 11:37 pm

If you like it then...

Someone somewhere please tell me I’m not the only one living like this.

It’s Monday. I slept for 11 hours last night. Missed my yoga class. Forgot to buy paper towels. (I need those.) Neglected to clean my house. Ate a blondie. And watched the Bachelor Pad for three hours… THREE HOURS… while eating pizza and drinking wine that may or may not have already gone bad. By candlelight.

Aside from a slow start and questionable end to my day, the stuff in between was pretty productive. I put on my magic white jeans and felt like a mf BOSS in those suckers.

I spent the better part of the day on campus trying to plan out the rest of my life. It’s planned. And the tail end of the afternoon parked at a coffee shop being a productive member of society.

Dilworth Coffee... office

I was telling my on-campus coworkers today that the thing about my time off is that when it falls on a Monday (like today) it makes me feel like a completely worthless human being if I sit around doing nothing as if it were a Saturday. So I tend to work anyway. But, really, today was my Saturday. So get off my back.

I trust everyone watched Bachelor Pad tonight. And if not… The following is a collection of play-by-play texts I received from my mom that should sum it up nicely:

  • Ugh… that hook up game
  • How long could you listen to Kasey talk?
  • Vienna is such a wildebeast.
  • Vienna’s hair… gross.
  • I love Ames.
  • Kasey thinks he is the shiz
  • Bottom feeders I tell you…
  • Bet their parents are so proud.
  • Potty humor
HAHAHA. Now you see where I get it. I need a “Shit My Mom Says” twitter and book deal and TV show.

Sweet Tater Blog Turns 2

In Holidays on August 8, 2011 at 1:30 pm

Happy Birthday, Sweet Tater Blog

They grow up so fast, don’t they? Next thing you know it she’ll be going on dates, asking to borrow the car and telling me she hates me. For now, though, Sweet Tater Blog is just entering toddlerhood–the terrible twos to be exact.

This blog is my baby (well, my toddler) and I plan to nurture and protect her as such. That’s why it took me almost two years to monetize, why I rarely accept free items for review and why I do my best to avoid pigeonholing myself into one “type” of blogger. Sweet Tater is too young and too full of potential to know exactly where or how far she’ll go. So for now it’s one wobbly, two-year-old step at a time. Thanks for coming along for the slow and steady ride.

If you’re new here, here’s a quick rundown of where you’ll find me online:

Twitter: @sweettaterblog

Tumblr: So Damn Good

Youtube: Sweet Tater Talks

Email: sweettaterblog@gmail.com

Online portfolio: www.katielevans.com

In the grand scheme of things, two years is but a blip on the life radar, but the blog has become so ingrained in my day-to-day that it feels much longer than that.

It’s entertaining (and a little bit embarrassing) to look back at very old posts and see how the blog–from topics to photos to writing–has evolved over time. Part of it, I assume, is a natural shift–just part of the learning curve. But a lot of it also has to do with the fact that I’m growing and changing, too. No matter what, though, Sweet Tater will stay true to its original intent:

“Sweet Tater is a site for eaters, drinkers, dieters, health nuts, couch potatoes, junk foodies, gourmets, runners, yogis, friends, family and cats. It’s about food, fitness, eating, cooking, exercising and enjoying life. It is not about diet food, weight loss fads or guilt. I am not a dietician (yet!), nutritionist, chef or personal trainer. But I do love food, researching health trends, learning to cook and promoting an active lifestyle.”

There will be some detours and rants along the way, but whether you find yourself here for weight loss motivation, an excellent brownie recipe to get you through a breakup, video answers to food-related questionsnerdy food science experiments or all the cats you can stand, I hope you get what you need.

So to the occasional readers, daily devotees, vocal commenters and silent lurkers who have made this a stop on your Internet stroll, thank you.

As a small token of my appreciation, I’m giving away a set of customized kitchen labels and recipe cards from Bushel and Peck Paper.

Kitchen labels

Recipe cards

Pick your color

To enter the giveaway:

  1. Leave a comment here. Be sure to include the NAME and COLOR you would like on your cards/stickers.
  2. Tweet: “happy 2nd birthday, @sweettaterblog! check out her giveaway here… http://www.sweettaterblog.com/?p=11264″ AND then leave another comment saying you did so.
  3. Post about the giveaway on your own blog AND leave another comment saying you did so.
[Winner will be selected on Caturday 8/13]

Sandwich, Sandwich

In Dinner on August 7, 2011 at 7:45 pm

This is a Sandwich.

I was all talk earlier when I said I felt “spectacular.” By “spectacular” I meant: “I feel pretty ok right now but then I’m gonna go do yoga in a hundred-degree room and after that I’ll be a worthless pile of hungover turd.”

And so that’s where I am right now. I actually left the 90-minute yoga class 20 minutes early because I just couldn’t take the, uh, heat. Literally. But this didn’t stop me from swinging by Marshall’s next door to the studio for some goodies on the cheap.

I’m not afraid to say that I am the master of bargain store shopping. TJMaxx, Marshall’s, Ross, Goodwill. Bring.it.on. I don’t pay full price for anything. I can root out those diamonds in the rough and walk away with major wins the likes of Coach bags, Betsy Johnson dresses and Seven jeans at crazy discounts. And you better believe I’m not dropping much money while I’m at it. (I don’t have much money to drop, remember?) Working at a “luxury” retail store is funny for me because 1) I can’t afford the clothes I’m selling and 2) I could get all of the following for the price of one item there:

$10 Calvin Klein jeans

$16 wide leg jeans

$30 blue and brown dress

Cat lady dress

HAHAHA cats.

This is not my foray into fashion blogging. That will never happen. I will, however, teach you how to bargain shop. My mom taught me everything I know. If you are so inclined, meet me at TJMaxx with an open mind and about two hours of free time. I’ll make a believer out of you.

After all that rummaging (and finally taking a shower, yes) I started to feel like death and all I wanted in the whole entire world was a sandwich. So that’s what I ate while drooling over David Muir’s newscast.

LOOK at this sexy man.

Whaaaat?

This is what my life has become. Eating sandwiches and stalking sexy news reporters. Please tell me he’s not gay…

What is this post even about?

Oh! Speaking of sandwiches, my friend Sandwich (real name: Lauren; but I’ll never call her that) just started a new blog about her work in India. She’s a fabulous writer and doing amazing world-changing things over there. Check her out at Miss Doubt-Fire.

Me? I’m gonna go Google Image search David Muir…

Hair of the Cat

In Charlotte on August 7, 2011 at 12:35 pm

Hair of the cat? Iced coffee with almond milk.

You know that saying “Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor before beer, you’re in the clear”? Well… what, pray tell, do the authorities on appropriate alcohol pairing have to say about tequila before vodka before beer before bourbon? Because that’s how my night went last night.

It started innocently enough with a margarita at Cabo Fish Taco where I was fifth-wheeling with Jessie and her husband and our friend Rachael and her husband.

$4 margarita in CLT? Yep. El Cheapo.

And it ended, appropriately enough, with a freaking HOUR LONG trek through the Epicenter parking garage trying to find my dear and wasted brother’s car.

NOT 2P red.

“2P red. 2P red. 2P red,” he kept chanting. It took us until after 3am to find the damn thing down in the basement in 4P yellow. But not before getting in a cab to go God knows where he thought his car might be and jumping out in the middle of the street upon realization that it was, in fact, in the garage where we’d hailed the cab. I will kill him.

HOOOOOOOOOV

Careful, ladies. He's single.

A very responsible sober person drove us to Midnight Diner (because what else do you do at 3 o’clock in the morning?).

Midnight Diner. South End.

But there was a wait so we ended up back at my house where the boys proceeded to pass out on cat hair covered couches and I ate toast with butter.

Duh.

I slept until 11am (whoops), woke up, watched an episode of Rin-Tin-Tin and prepared a lunch/breakfast feast of vegetables to make up for my shenanigans last night.

Beanoa, salad, veggie burger

If drinking more alcohol the morning after drinking too much alcohol is “hair of the dog,” then eating a plate of vegetables and slamming an iced coffee the morning after drinking too much alcohol shall henceforth be known as “hair of the cat.” You are welcome.

I actually feel pretty spectacular so I predict my day will consist of baking something awesome, going to yoga to sweat out the rest of this alcohol and baking something else awesome. Happy Sunday indeed.

Saturday Special

In Breakfast on August 6, 2011 at 4:50 pm

Muffin with PB banana cream

Now that I work retail, I have no idea what day it is. Ever. Not that this is a new thing for me, but even last Fall when I couldn’t wrap my head around which classes I was supposed to attend on which days, I always knew when Saturday and Sunday came around. Always.

Now a Saturday might as well be a Tuesday. It’s all the same to me. I still get my time off, don’t get me wrong. You won’t see me clocking any hours again until 4pm on Tuesday. Helloooo, break. For some people, I get that this would be maddening, to work weekends and have weekdays off. But me? I love it. I never work all weekend, my job is fun anyway and when I get a day off in the middle of the week it feels like a little present just like it did when I worked a standard M-F.

Even when Friday nights and Saturdays and sometimes Sundays become work days, I still like to honor them as just a tad more special than the rest of the week. Sorry, Wednesday. You’re never any good.

So this morning I made sure to make Katie’s single lady cupcakes (plural, yes; I always make two) with peanut butter banana cream and a giant iced coffee so that Saturday would feel, at least for a couple hours, like Saturday.

SAUCED

I also went to superflow (my favorite high-energy, 90-minute yoga class) and am on my way to dinner (as the fifth wheel, holler). The moral of the story is that you don’t have to have weekends off to make them feel like weekends and you don’t have to have a boyfriend to go out with two other couples. You do, however, have to change your attitude. You don’t have to eat just one muffin ever. Take that one to the bank.

To make peanut butter banana cream sauce this very second… Combine 1/2 a banana and 1 Tbsp of peanut butter in a small food processor until smooth. Blow your mind.

Caturday 8/6/11

In Cats on August 6, 2011 at 6:37 am

Weaz loves Mama Pea

Happy early-morning Caturday. Since my wild and crazy Friday night consisted of doing laundry, eating leftover pizza and watching Rick Steves tour Tuscany on the public access channel, it came as no surprise that I was bounding out of bed at 4:45 this morning all “HEEEEEY, Saturday! Let’s do this shit.”

Weaz, on the other hand, felt like this:

Nooooooo

She was out drinking again.

The cats hate waking up early. But I suppose they hate waking up at all most days.

Bring me a mimosa. And one for my tail.

When they do manage to pry themselves from their seemingly endless slumber, they succeed only in getting all up in my way.

Did you need this computer?

Did you need this bathroom?

If you think for one second that having pets is not like having a roommate, think again. At first they’re all fuzzy and cute and cuddly. Then the next thing you know they’re eating all your Hot Pockets, leaving hair in the sink and paying their portion of the rent in catnip. Watch out.

Could you pass me the remote?

"We're all out of Hot Pockets," says Exorcist Cat.

This is my life.

Quixotic

In Restaurants on August 4, 2011 at 11:00 pm

Veggie pizza with soy cheese at Brixx

Perhaps it may come as a surprise that I studied Spanish for eight years with the intention of rounding out a solid dozen to become a professor at the collegiate level. I suppose a failed career in corporate America and a blog about food do not scream “Hey I can totally school you on Golden Age Spanish lit, biculturalism and Spanish linguistics” but… I totally can.

Yes, much to my parents’ dismay, my incredibly expensive Bachelor’s degree doesn’t come in handy much these days. Unless you need someone to order for you in a Mexican restaurant, in which case you’ll have una margarita grande, por favor.

I love Spanish; I really do. I love Central American Spanish and South American Spanish and Puerto Rican Spanish and Spanish Spanish. And I love learning about the different accents and slang and food and history and culture that stem from those regions but all root back to one common language. In hindsight, it was the best degree ever.

I studied abroad three times–two months in Chile, three months in Spain and a week in Nicaragua–and, as terribly trite as it may sound, I credit those three trips with shaping my world view and the way I live within my own little bubble.

I enjoyed my Spanish linguistics and history and art classes, oh yes, but what really got my nerd gears going was the literature. Namely Cervantes. Namely Don Quijote. More specifically: El Ingenioso Hidalgo Don Quixote de la Mancha. I took an entire class on this one book alone and it was my favorite class of all time. While in Madrid, I went to see an exhibit that had all 500,000 or so words of the book written on one single wall.

1200-page novel.

I went to a Don Quijote festival in a nearby town where I got to meet the man himself (and his trusty sidekick Sancho, too):

AH!

Sancho and his donkey

Ok ok, they were actors. Consider it the Wizarding World of Harry Potter for Spanish geeks but way, way lamer. This is my life.

Anyway, what I love about Don Quijote (or Quixote depending on when the text was printed or who you’re talking to) is not that it is one of the most significant works of literature to ever come out of Spain (or the world). What I love about Don Quijote is Don Quijote himself.

You see, the lead character gets a bad rap. He’s pegged as nutcase right out of the gate and, even in the end, can’t ever seem to convince anyone otherwise. He spends a lifetime reading novels and is so engrossed in and obsessed with their story lines that he tries to apply them to his own life. He gets so wrapped up in these stories that he believes himself to be a chivalrous knight and gets into all kinds of trouble acting as such in real life on his quest to find his imaginary love interest, Dulcinea. He is dubbed idealistic to the point of insanity.

Today we have an adjective named after him. Quixotic: caught up in the pursuit of unreachable goals; idealistic without regard to practicality; foolishly impractical.

In one of the most notable scenes from the story, Don Quijote comes across a field of windmills (or molinas) that he believes are evil giants and tries (unsuccessfully, of course) to fight. He ends up bruised and beaten and no closer to finding Dulcinea.

Molinita

I picked up the little windmill necklace above at a flea market in Madrid. I wear it when I want to remind myself not to make little things bigger than they are, not to create stories that don’t exist, not to beat myself down with things that exist only inside my head… essentially, not to fight windmills.

I’ve been wearing it a lot lately.

One thing I hate about the story, I’ll admit, is the ending. In the end, Don Quijote gives up on his ridiculous dream of being a knight. He retires his clattering suit of armor and the silly metal bowl he wore as a helmet. He apologizes for the trouble he has caused, tells his niece not to marry a man who reads books and dies.

I guess the point is that we should all be more practical. But me, I liked Don Quijote just as he was–unapologetically idealistic. I know it has a negative connotation, and I myself won’t be fighting any windmills, but perhaps we should all be a bit more quixotic.

Bruschetta at Brixx

I shouldn’t, but I feel so good tonight. I had a terrible, painful phone conversation last night in which I said terrible, painful things. But today I felt like I was finally back in the saddle, back in control. I had a great day at work and I had a great dinner with friends and I feel, dare I say, wonderfully idealistic about where things are going.

A Void

In What's for Lunch? on August 3, 2011 at 10:33 pm

My FAVORITE salad. Keyword: Pickles.

I know I said I’d move on, that everything would be ok and that I’d get my life together, but the past couple of days have been tough. It’s like there’s this gaping hole in my life that could just swallow me up. I just want something to look forward to. I just want something consistent. Something that will give me hope.

I just… want to watch The Bachelorette at 8pm EST every Monday night. Ya heard?

Gotchaaaa. And you thought I was about to get all brokenhearted on you…

It’s true. Ever since Ashley and JP fell madly in love on Monday night’s final episode and “After the Final Rose” came to a close freaking HOURS later, I’ve been stumbling around like a deranged person trying to find meaning in a world without The Bachelorette.

What will I do with my time? Who will I stalk? What excuse will I have to get drunk and eat cookies on a Monday night? IS THERE NO HOPE?

Ah, but there is…

Mmmhmm

Bachelor Pad Countdown: T-minus FIVE DAYS.

You like how I’ve hijacked this food blog and turned it into a rant blog with a picture of food at the top of each post and an occasional–ok, frequent–dessert recipe? You’re welcome. That salad? That’s my favorite salad. Romaine, carrots, celery, PICKLES SON, green beans, Trader Joe’s veggie masala burger, homemade honey mustard (but maple syrup mustard today because I ran out of honey).

Lumpy Smoothie

In Smoothies on August 3, 2011 at 10:29 am

Green smoothie with cerealll

The consistency of my smoothies has been rather remarkable since I learned about the low-to-high switch on my blender. If the consistency of smoothies is of any concern to you, it’s a sure sign you’ve got a pretty good thing going. A pretty nice little life is one where your biggest concern is a lumpy smoothie. We should all be so lucky.

And if the consistency of smoothies is all I can think to talk about this morning, it’s a sure sign I have run out of things to say. Bet you never thought you’d see the day.

In response to my kick-in-the-pants revelation the other day, I’ve reached out to a safe house for runaway, homeless and otherwise abandoned youth. It just felt right. As with any position that involves working with kids, it’ll involve lots of paperwork and background checks and hoop jumping first, but I’m hoping I’ll be able to get in soon and start showing them how to make lump-less smoothies and perhaps some more practical things.

In other news, I think I figured out exactly what I want to do with my life. Big words, I know. Remember this? Wheels, they are a-turning…

Sweet Tater Talks: Protein

In Video on August 2, 2011 at 8:19 am

Wine is protein?

Ah, protein. The most frequently asked question that comes my way (other than “Can I meet Weasel?”) is: “How/where do you get protein if you’re a vegetarian?” After nearly 10 years of vegetarianism, this has gotten a bit old. Not because I’m too busy and important to address a simple question but because I wish the question weren’t a product of such utterly incorrect information about vegetarianism. I do try to be pleasant when I respond but mostly I just want to scream: “HOW/WHERE DO YOU GET YOUR ________ (insert nutrient not found in meat)???”

Anyway, I don’t delve too much into any of that here. I touch on the basics like sources of protein (both vegetarian and otherwise), protein pairing for vegetarians and intake recommendations for the general population and athletes. And I do so rather diplomatically, I might add.

This video is worth watching if only to catch Ralphie’s brief cameo in the blooper reel around 10:10.

Watch: Sweet Tater Talks Protein

Got a question? Email sweettaterblog@gmail.com

 

 

Still Life

In Rant, Yoga on August 1, 2011 at 2:11 pm

Leftovers for lunch

It was a cry-in-savasana kind of practice this morning at yoga. But before my mom calls and reminds me that my pity party has run its course (thanks, Mom), I would like to point out that for the first time in too long the world ceased to revolve around me for a few brief minutes and I cried for someone else. A lot of someone elses, I guess.

You see, I had delightful dinner last night with some new friends over which intense conversations about life and love and injustice and possibility flowed freely. We talked school food and community gardens and sex trafficking and animal abuse and murder and a whole lot of heavy shit I haven’t delved into since college. I stayed up until 3 o’clock in the morning just trying to figure out what to do next. Because once you hear some of the things I heard, you don’t really have a choice but to do something. You know?

So this morning I’m sliding down the euphoric slope into savasana after 90 glorious minutes of hot vinyasa when this song (please ignore the incredible photo montage) clicks on. I love this song. Appropriately enough, it makes me feel at peace. This morning, though, I just felt sad. I felt so, so sad for… I don’t know, everyone who doesn’t know what peace is.

I am not even about to get into a religious debate on this blog, but I am comfortable enough saying that I do not know who god is (please don’t ask me if I’ve been “saved”; I haven’t) and have never made an effort to find out (though surrendering to a higher power is an important part of yoga and something I’ve been working on). But I’ll be damned if I didn’t get the feeling that I got called the fuck out in class this morning. It was like someone (who? me? God?) threw me down on that studio floor and screamed, “Look at yourself. Look at who you are and what you have. Look at all you could contribute and everything you haven’t. Now do something. Do anything.”

Quite the kick in the pants if you ask me. I will say that despite a lot of recent big changes, my life has felt surprisingly stagnant the past couple years. I’m ready to get moving again.

So here’s a final thought that my teacher touched on this morning… In yoga, when you’re holding a pose that’s physically uncomfortable the body’s innate response is to tighten up. With breath, you can guide the body into release so that you’re open to push farther and deeper. After a while, though, discomfort will set in again and, as expected, the body will tighten its grip. We tighten up to stop the physical discomfort but all this succeeds in doing is preventing us from stretching beyond what we thought were our limits. As it turns out, we can go so much farther and do much more. As is the case on the mat, there are lots of moments of discomfort in life, too, and if we seize up and stand still we’ll miss out on opportunities to push ourselves beyond our limits. If you fight your body, your body will fight back. And, as I’m learning, if you fight your life, life will fight back too. Release and go farther. You are limitless.