Sprouts of Ill Repute

I hated Brussels sprouts growing up. I mean hated them, more than just about any other vegetable. Like many things I thought I hated growing up, however — like feminism, so-called “bleeding heart” values and “slutty” behavior — this had everything to do with how they were presented to me. My mom basically boiled all…

Tempty Spicy Nugget Bits

I’ll confess I don’t eat a lot of tempeh — I tend to default to tofu when buying soy protein — but as often happens lately, the voracious hordes of meat-deprived omnivores had cleared out the tofu section at the supermarket. Only the tempeh was left, sitting forlornly by itself in the refrigerated case. I…

Handle Your Own Biscuit(s)

The drama this week, on top of everything else, was about a backing-up sink in the apartment below me that forestalled much cooking over the weekend. Fortunately I had pre-frozen saag and dal in the freezer. The plumbing professionals did make an appearance (in their gloves and masks), but it was an involved and messy…

Master and Margherita Bruschetta

Yes, I’m also a literary nerd, for those of you who recognize the reference. I’m laying on the puns in triplicate now. I determined how to make vegan margherita (caprese) bruschetta when it turned out to be the favorite appetizer of un signore who could get me to dress up like a Wookiee and bark…