A quiet, food-filled evening is coming to a close- but NOT before I document the delicious goodies I created. When I make really excellent, outstanding foods is when I most want someone to eat them with. Tonight is one of those nights.
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extraordinary kale chip
my kale chips are different every time. It always depends on what I have in my tiny cubbard pantry... tonight, it included
one cup [ish] of brazil nuts
1/4 cup hemp seeds
splash of coconut vinegar
1 tbsp coconut oil
1 tbsp bladderwrack powder
1/2 or 3/4 cup rejevelac
1 tsp horseradish
shakes of real salt and cayenne pepper and black pepper
blend blend in franc the vitamix, massage into kale for extra tasty love and voila! they are dehydrating now, but i've eaten about a third of them anyways. strange how that happens.
I also had a spoonful of extra dressing left in franc, so I spooned it onto a nori sheet and made a little cracker. I've already eaten that, too, and it was delicious!
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I think this is a fair time to put in a disclaimer about my recipes.
Because no one reads this yet.
I practice what I feel is a soulful, uninhibited way of preparing food. I use my hands, I make a little mess here and there... and I don't measure. I eyeball everything. I am a pretty good eyeballer though- smaller measurements especially. The bigger you go the more room you have to be off... but for the sake of my culinary career and for any future readers that may follow my recipe dream book here, I am working on making things more precise.
HOWEVER
I completely agree that the whimsy of making raw food should include a fair amount of intuition. If you think you'll want a little more cacao, put in more. Not feeling a few ingredients? Leave them out. The strictness that recipe books have had in the past is out, and REAL RAWR food is in!
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that said, I also made a tray of date bars.
These are tasty enough to devour as is, but not quite tasty enough to want to share the recipe yet.
Coming soon- the best rawr date squares you've ever had!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
holy mole
Thanks to some inspiration from Jason Wrobel at the Longevity Now conference, tonight I satisfied a serious need for warmth and depth with cooked forbidden rice and a raw mole sauce. On sunday, Jasons' demonstration was a recipe for a tri colored quinoa mole bowl; he used sprouted quinoa, zuchinni and some other vegetables as a base for a chipotle mole sauce with almond butter, sunseeds and onion with all sorts of extra love and kisses in there for flavor.
Being as adaptable and inventive as I am, I reworked this idea with limited ingredients. I don't have any quinoa [how did this happen?] and no sprouted or soaked grains or seeds going, and I COULD NOT wait. I had an itch that a cowbell couldn't scratch. SO!
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In the bowl
-forbidden rice [cooked]
-raw asparagus
-shredded carrot
That's it. my mini-fridge is empty!
In the SAUCE
-meat from one young coconut, and a little more from a second
-a really full spoonful [okay ladleful] of raw cacao powder
-clove of garlic
-half a jalapeno
-handful of hunza raisins
-bigish squirt of raw temecula avocado honey
-splash of olive oil
-maca, mesquite, vanilla, black pepper, real salt, cayenne pepper, cumin, and a generous pinch of dried chipotle seeds
I blended this up with water- it was wet enough to pour easily out of the vitamix, but thick enough to need to spoon out a big from the bottom.
mix mix mix mix, stir stir stir, chew chew
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It was incredibly sateing [vocab accredited to Noel], I am 100% sure this is going to be made several times in many different variations over the next while.
The rice was the only cooked food of the day, and I think it would be better with more heat in the sauce, and less heat in the rice- I will plan ahead next time and try this with quinoa, wheat berries, or sprouted rice. In fact, I have some leftover sauce and I will try it over my buckwheat granola tomorrow!
Being as adaptable and inventive as I am, I reworked this idea with limited ingredients. I don't have any quinoa [how did this happen?] and no sprouted or soaked grains or seeds going, and I COULD NOT wait. I had an itch that a cowbell couldn't scratch. SO!
...
In the bowl
-forbidden rice [cooked]
-raw asparagus
-shredded carrot
That's it. my mini-fridge is empty!
In the SAUCE
-meat from one young coconut, and a little more from a second
-a really full spoonful [okay ladleful] of raw cacao powder
-clove of garlic
-half a jalapeno
-handful of hunza raisins
-bigish squirt of raw temecula avocado honey
-splash of olive oil
-maca, mesquite, vanilla, black pepper, real salt, cayenne pepper, cumin, and a generous pinch of dried chipotle seeds
I blended this up with water- it was wet enough to pour easily out of the vitamix, but thick enough to need to spoon out a big from the bottom.
mix mix mix mix, stir stir stir, chew chew
...
It was incredibly sateing [vocab accredited to Noel], I am 100% sure this is going to be made several times in many different variations over the next while.
The rice was the only cooked food of the day, and I think it would be better with more heat in the sauce, and less heat in the rice- I will plan ahead next time and try this with quinoa, wheat berries, or sprouted rice. In fact, I have some leftover sauce and I will try it over my buckwheat granola tomorrow!
Monday, April 4, 2011
how does this taste?
I am a stranger in this complex universe we call blogging; around every corner and behind each click of the mouse is a new, tremendous and fascinating experience.
What I want from this world is an outlet for my culinary musing, my creative expeditions, and touching anyone at all who finds me here.
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I feel like I am sixteen again on livejournal. Do I introduce myself... to myself? To the future beautiful beings who will peruse my musings? Until I know what is socially appropriate in the culture of this new planet, I will reiterate what I need to ponder; a strange sequence of events that I have encountered since Sunday.
I spent the weekend at the Longevity Now conference in Costa Mesa. I went by myself and just drove up every day. It was kind of a gift to myself, as well as a challenge- I don't typically like going places without moral support. I will document the whole thing for myself on here soon, but what happened yesterday[sunday] can't wait.
Before I head out for the hour and twenty minute drive, my mother is calling for Otti, one of our kitties, because he goes exploring and she hadn't seen him for a bit. I think nothing of it, because I often do the same beckoning just to give him a scratch and let him on his way again.
Leaving shortly after, as soon as I get onto the road I see the tell-tale pile of orange in the far lane. I hope you have never had to, and never will have to, find your dear darling companion lying still in the middle of a road. It is a most tragic thing.
Now he is in the rose garden.
I continued to Costa Mesa, and tried my best to enjoy the final shots of knowledge offered and being sad for our loss, simultaneously. The last stretch of road home is a wide, gently curving road. I was just about to the end of this road when I turn a corner and first see a car skewed on the left shoulder with hazard lights, and moments later see another flipped completely upside down. Nothing else to be seen; so lights, no movement, or sounds. I pull over and call 911; what is one to do in this situation? I don't know emergency care, or safety, and no one was out of either car. The operator told me that someone was on the way, and to go home... so I did.
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What are these experiences trying to tell me? I spend GREAT amounts of energy for three days learning as much about life, living, and welless, only to be jolted back down to humility and mortality not once, but twice, and including tonight even three times! [I almost sat on a small little bird body when eating my dinner and grounding myself. In fact, it wasn't until after I had finished that I even noticed her, right next to me. ]
I could conjour any number of interesting explainations for the last few days... yet, I feel most comfortable quietly accepting and appreciating each experience for what it is and what I have learned. I embrace my role as a new, loving companion to Otti's sister Kali, who is very upset that she does not have his company any longer. I am grateful for every time I get with my excellent family, and find peace in each bird singing when I ground myself each day.
In loving memory of Otti.
What I want from this world is an outlet for my culinary musing, my creative expeditions, and touching anyone at all who finds me here.
....
I feel like I am sixteen again on livejournal. Do I introduce myself... to myself? To the future beautiful beings who will peruse my musings? Until I know what is socially appropriate in the culture of this new planet, I will reiterate what I need to ponder; a strange sequence of events that I have encountered since Sunday.
I spent the weekend at the Longevity Now conference in Costa Mesa. I went by myself and just drove up every day. It was kind of a gift to myself, as well as a challenge- I don't typically like going places without moral support. I will document the whole thing for myself on here soon, but what happened yesterday[sunday] can't wait.
Before I head out for the hour and twenty minute drive, my mother is calling for Otti, one of our kitties, because he goes exploring and she hadn't seen him for a bit. I think nothing of it, because I often do the same beckoning just to give him a scratch and let him on his way again.
Leaving shortly after, as soon as I get onto the road I see the tell-tale pile of orange in the far lane. I hope you have never had to, and never will have to, find your dear darling companion lying still in the middle of a road. It is a most tragic thing.
Now he is in the rose garden.
I continued to Costa Mesa, and tried my best to enjoy the final shots of knowledge offered and being sad for our loss, simultaneously. The last stretch of road home is a wide, gently curving road. I was just about to the end of this road when I turn a corner and first see a car skewed on the left shoulder with hazard lights, and moments later see another flipped completely upside down. Nothing else to be seen; so lights, no movement, or sounds. I pull over and call 911; what is one to do in this situation? I don't know emergency care, or safety, and no one was out of either car. The operator told me that someone was on the way, and to go home... so I did.
...
What are these experiences trying to tell me? I spend GREAT amounts of energy for three days learning as much about life, living, and welless, only to be jolted back down to humility and mortality not once, but twice, and including tonight even three times! [I almost sat on a small little bird body when eating my dinner and grounding myself. In fact, it wasn't until after I had finished that I even noticed her, right next to me. ]
I could conjour any number of interesting explainations for the last few days... yet, I feel most comfortable quietly accepting and appreciating each experience for what it is and what I have learned. I embrace my role as a new, loving companion to Otti's sister Kali, who is very upset that she does not have his company any longer. I am grateful for every time I get with my excellent family, and find peace in each bird singing when I ground myself each day.
In loving memory of Otti.
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