Tuesday, September 6, 2016

New Vegan Products: Vegan Eggs, Almond Milk Ricotta Ravioli, & Meatballs

The moment my eyes connected with Follow Your Heart's VeganEgg located in Whole Foods Markets' dairy aisle next to the other 'eggs,' I almost performed a cartwheel. Then I remembered that I have no such athletic skill. I have no inner Dominique Dawes.
Instructions are simple. Whisk together two tablespoons of VeganEgg with ice cold water.I added a bit of black pepper to the mixture that smells and acts like eggs.
Added to mushrooms and onions, crackling sizzle came on and smell continued its masterful trick on fulling senses. It takes 7-9 minutes to perfect "scrambled eggs."
Excellent on a sesame seed bagel. I also added VeganEgg to breakfast polenta, a savory center for waffles, and vegetable stir fry. The creators definitely did their homework when it came down to the science of how eggs operate. Still, the major woe of this review tale is that for 12 servings this product is $7.65. Take that what you will. It might be easier to go traditional vegan tofu scramble route with some added turmeric and nutritional yeast if budget is your concern as it is mine. I will buy VeganEgg sparsely in the future. It's a yummy, authentic product-- one amazing step for vegan humankind, but at the same time, pricing could be a little more reasonable.
I have been waiting to try Kite Hill's vegan ravioli forever and it was worth the wait-- meeting every expectation head on.
A delicious balanced dinner comprised of Kite Hill's impressive ravioli topped with marinara sauce and a side of rainbow carrots-broccoli medley.
These were divine. The center of creamy ricotta and firm pasta tasted like an Italian grandmother's delicious secret recipe. There's something wickedly addictive about Kite Hill's Almond Milk Ricotta for starters. To place their superb ingredient as the sibling component to fresh tasting spinach is an applaud worthy celebration in every bite. I still love my Soyboy frozen ravioli, but cannot the sheer joy of Kite Hill's simple refrigeration and heat method. Makes things conveniently easier.
gardein's Meatless Meatballs are easily one of the best vegan versions around and reasonably priced (yes!). I prepared them in tomato basil spaghetti sauce over angel hair. Plump, tasty meatballs are like heavenly, unharmed, plant based treasures from above. Although, they were somewhat burnt on one side, that charred texture provided a wonderful, unexpected crunch. I'm not suggesting that everyone go out and scorch one of side of your gardein-- just honestly saying that I did cherish that flavor profile.
Topped with lots of nooch (one doesn't want to consume dairy free cheese with every single meal).
Another beautiful close up.
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Monday, August 29, 2016

Peanut Butter & "Jelly" Pancakes

Pancakes for days. Okay-- two days to be exact. Just being honest.
That awkward moment when you have to move and the gut feeling says, "please don't take opened pantry ingredients. They're not acceptable for cardboard boxing."
Flour is a prime example.
In the past, a hot pasty mess covered spices, olive oil bottles, and the "kitchen" labeled coconut oil. Plus.... ants. They love loveeeeee flour!
On a rare Sunday off day, the best day of the week to make pancakes, I went to work in the kitchen. At first, they were going to be plain Jane style drizzled in good ole pure maple syrup bliss.
Then peanut butter and jelly decided to sweeten horizons. After all, there was a smidgen of peanut butter left and a half empty Bonne Maman jar left to consume. These, like the flour, couldn't be stuffed in a last minute packing box. Or better yet left for the roommates. I'm a huge huge fan of peanut butter and Bonne Maman. Is it selfish to want to eat them myself? Perhaps.....
The pancakes came out better than I anticipated. My eyes almost watered at the amazing fact that spatula game is strengthening. Light, fluffy, crisp texture pancakes came out all due to flipping them over at appropriate intervals. Peanut butter alone seemed to elevate buttery flavor, with delicious nutty kick, seeming to say that coconut oil may have been completely unnecessary.  Cherry preserves, my favorite, turning the batter blue, gave a pleasant sweetness that evenly matched peanut butter.
I wish to have captured the juicy lure bursting through each fork piercing.* Such a sight always fulfills eating experiences. I cherish looking down on my plate and a gorgeous view "staring back" is one that entices to eat. Plus the smell of maple syrup arrests me completely.  

*by the time I started writing this post, I ate four pancakes and its leftovers the following day. 

Peanut Butter & "Jelly" Pancakes Ingredients and Preparation

olive oil
1 cup flour
1 tablespoon sugar
2 tablespoon baking powder
1/8 teaspoon salt
1 cup almond milk (or any other dairy free alternative)
2 tablespoon coconut oil, melted
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 cup Bonne Maman's Cherry Preserves (or any other preferred flavor)
1/2 cup peanut butter

Heat skillet with oil. Set temperature on low.
Sift flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt together.
Stir in almond milk, melted coconut oil, and vanilla.
Lastly, swirl in the chosen jam and peanut butter.
Pour 1/2 cup of batter into skillet each time. When pancakes edges are noticeably browned and bubbles pop in the center, it's ready for the spatula flip. Leave for 3 minutes. Remove.
Oil again.
Repeat pancake process.

Recipe makes a short stack of eight tasty pancakes.
Pancakes on a pink saucer, drizzled maple syrup, and hot chai tea.
Golden brown, crisp and thin goodness proves that peanut butter and "jelly" weren't meant to be solely for popular after school kiddie sandwiches.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

'Soulful' Casual Dining at The Nile Cafe

The Nile Cafe seems to be the happening spot not just for eating, but sharing knowledge of food and beyond.
It was a nice, hot day to come out to Germantown section of Philadelphia today. In celebration of Support Black Business Weekend, I headed to The Nile Cafe Vegetarian Restaurant and Juice Bar thanks to high marks on Google and mostly positive reviews on menupages. Plus I believe it's one of few black owned vegan eateries around town. I hope to find more.
Inside the restaurant, is plenty of wide opened space with small, clean wooden tables and rounded wood chairs. The location also hosts wellness workshops and special events. Unfortunately, I missed out on a talk about Non-GMO's and soy. Other signs showed that their soy products were Non-GMO and that food preparations were made with purified water. I screamed inside, dying to take pictures.
However, I did not give in to that particular brand of spectator-ship. After all, I came to eat. 
Behind-the counter ladies were cordial and patient as I drooled over the menu.
"Turkey cheese" sandwiches, "fish" platters, chik'n "drumstick" specials, and more....
So yes, it was hard.
I ordered the lemon chik'n, collard greens, and brown rice platter.
Amazing brown rice cooked firm and pliant lapped up savory, well-seasoned collard greens and chewy lemon chik'n with great delight. Note of lemon wasn't overpowering, the chik'n's sauce was light and flavorful, but I wasn't in love with the peppers. Still, the collard greens were a definite highlight. I will no longer remember my aunt's meat laden tough stemmed version from childhood. The Nile Cafe has crafted a delicious veganized creation that has that Southern twang without salty, fattening, animalistic horror. Soft, texture similar to tasty cabbage, these greens are worth putting in a to-go box. I enjoyed them.  
The ice cream machines were down. I had been looking forward to some ice cold dessert. (They have a pistachio flavor!) Yet the refrigerated cakes and breads did not look disappointing. I was beyond happy to see some never tried Rekhati Bakes (Best Sweet Potato Pie in Philadelphia) fruit cobblers. I took apple and blueberry cobblers on the go along with Core Perfect pH water. The blueberry is divine. The crust on top is exceptional, very edible as far as crust goes, and blueberries in between..... you get that they are blueberries. They're not overly dressed in sugar or syrup. Blueberry goodness underneath a fabulous crust. Perfect end to a great meal. I'll be back to The Nile Cafe for more collard greens and ice cream soon.Not on the same plate though.....

Saturday, August 27, 2016

A Comforting Love Letter to the Black Woman: Self Care Through Art Is Here

Landscape, from Anatomy of Architecture series, Simone Leigh, digital collage, 2016.
When the world turns its negligent back on black women, with heavy weighted abuse thrown carelessly along fragile, easily damaged psyches, where can black women find both trust and comfort? Where can they seek refuge mentally, emotionally, and physically? 
The latest horrors on Leslie Jones' have reached an explosive breaking point.
Esmin Elizabeth Green's senseless death in a Brooklyn waiting room serves as one of the catalysts of Simone Leigh's latest work. "The Waiting Room," at New Museum, is an installation centralizing on granting women a safe, medicinal healing space.
“We feel the urgency because of what happened to the state of US health care, which is not good,” says Leigh. “From what I have observed, we have one of the worst healthcare systems internationally. And it adversely affects people of color.”
Once stepping off fifth floor elevator, walking forth though dimly lit space, alluring black aligned rectangular cushions make greeting. Circular black shapes resting on solid gray floor, adjacent to each other in evenly spaced rows, serene unity matching that pleasant smell. At the end, lies a black and white image of seemingly monumental figure, firm and staring above, head held high.

A holistic approach to health.
The Waiting Room has varied herbs encased in fat, cylinder jars. They're natural, organic shapes, muted colors, and sparse textures are attractive, almost seductive, pushing against the glass.
At front desk, dried lavender, crushed rosebuds, and velvety hibiscus are opened, exposed to air. We are meant to hold up these large glass baubles and let our nostrils fully breathe in their 

Every Saturday is a Guided Meditation for Black Lives Matter featuring therapeutic workshops with tea prior. Acupuncture, wellness, and herbology classes are offered as well as outside exhibition hour projects. In fact, Leigh's spearheaded Black Women Artists for Black Lives Matter is getting noticeable attention for bringing one hundred black artists to form an underground collective together.
White heavenly pillows invite viewers inside the meditation clinic where apothecary awaits.
Glassed natural herbs and tied cinnamon barks have pristine orderliness. They also smell sweet and fragrant.  
This great bulk of earth and smaller jars, perhaps meant for participants to gather.
Set up like a grocery store shelf (or better yet the GNC), rowed jars display varying textures-- some sparse, some smooth, some fragmented. Rawness is how it differs from grocery store familiarity. Whereas harmful chemicals and GMOs ingredients fill most processed foods, Leigh's installation is pure, unadulterated, bare. It's a special thoughtfulness behind dedicated tenacity to bring natural awareness to our minds, bodies, hearts, and souls.
A black figurine girl is nestled between exposed and the contained.
Colors are subdued, calming that heightens profound relaxing escape. From brown speckled off white to a warm mellowed pink, and organic browns, peaceful palette visually stimulates brain to embark on a quiet journey within. Its as though the viewer takes a spiritual trek in the heart of nature, uninhibited and unafraid of dangerous unknown, to find the peace missing from chaotic earthly existence. 
Julia Baker: Did they tell you I'm colored?
  Dr. Chegley: What color are you?
Julia Baker: Wh-hy, I'm Negro.
  Dr. Chegley: Have you always been a Negro, or are you just trying to be fashionable?

Theme of black women as healers continues via video format.
Julia, the first non-stereotypical television role for a black woman, starring the amazing Diahann Carroll, is the only short shown in Technicolor. On a repetitive cycle runs memorable phone call nurse-to-be Julia makes to Dr. Chegley. Julia's skin color has nothing to do with her credentials as a woman invested in healing and medicine. Yet at the time, this was controversial. 
Leigh bringing apothecary and medicine into art, especially an art museum, is something refreshingly different. It begs a viewer to do more than staring at objects and analyzing meaning. She offers a discussion as to how is the womanly self and how are womanly others around the self-- are you well Sis?
"I don’t pretend to be a public health expert.... The project is more about remembering and honoring the work of the Black Panthers and getting back to the basics of learning how to take care of yourself. In the global south, I have noticed the use of herbs as an everyday, foundational way to care for the body. Some of the herbs in the installation are from a single block in Chinatown on Grand Street that houses several apothecaries, only a few streets from the New Museum itself. I think we have gotten to the point where we don’t realize that pharmaceuticals are in fact derived from plants, and we think the plants themselves are suspect."
“The doctors couldn't treat us. So the women used music as medicine.”
Inside of one of America's first black OBGYN's Josephine English's old grounds, people are invited to do yoga. Cinematic black and white documentary focuses on individual bodies moving to inner rhythm, slowly twisting back and forth. Camera pans to their synchronized fluidity, the empowering strength witnessed in the arms, back, torso, and legs.
As one student readied to leave for the day, the host tells her that she has a nice smile- a lovely sentiment. Sistahs should not only ask the other if her mind is good, if her health is good-- let her know when she is looking and being at her best. As Leigh shares in this necessary health space, we women can heal ourselves and each other.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

En Route to Africa Part II: What Lies Ahead

As the dream gets closer and closer to fruition, romantic drawings continue to past my time-- in between speech practicing.
Black Portraiture [s] III: Reinventions: Strains of Histories and Cultures schedule is officially up.
Big names like Henry Louis Gates (host of PBS's Finding Your Roots), Misan Sagay (writer of Amma Asante's Belle), Julie Dash (writer/director Daughters of the Dust), artists Lyle Ashton Harris, Zanele Muholi, Alison Janae Hamilton, Rashaad Newsome, and others are attending and presenting. Panels entitled Imaging the Black Female Body, I dream in colour”: Imagining and dreaming as subversive postcolonial masquerading strategies in the visual artworks of South African women-of-colour visual artists Mary Sibande and Senzeni Marasela and Venus on my Back, Girls of Color, Inheritance and the Hottentot Venus Narrative are among primary interests. Post-conference receptions will be held at the renown Goodman Gallery and MOMO/MoCada. 
This is major.
Excitement has boiled. My GoFundMe has been fully funded. Everything is almost booked.
I made a couple of mistakes including debating whether to add an extra hotel day (my plane arrives in Johannesburg at 11:30PM on Tuesday evening though my hotel reservations are set for Wednesday), purchasing air shuttle service (why did I think this was complimentary), among countless random little preparations.
Hardest part seems over.

Dreamy, romantic pencil and watercolor sketches feature Yinka Shinobare inspired fabrics. These are a metaphor for my truest, deepest feelings within about this upcoming travel.
I would be lying if failing to mention doubt or fear brewing inside. November is around the corner, sneaking up on fragile piece of mind. I know my words are worthy. That they need to be heard. My drawings and paintings want to be seen by this audience, this audience that will surely carry me through the course of my future-- brimming in African/African American rooted study. That future burns hot with hopes of further pursuing educational hierarchy and other opportunities to present papers-- whether these papers are research based, creative writing, or poetry. I believe that this is the beginning of a rather profound journey. Why let discouragement rue my thoughts?
In the meantime, a few weeks ago, I had a ball as a guest feature on Stephanie Renee's MOJO-- a Philadelphia based morning-afternoon radio program on 900AM WURD. I discussed Black Portraiture [s], a brief reflection on my paper, and excitement over this upcoming experience with Stephanie, a phenomenal host who sounded just as enthusiastic. This was so great and fun-- a different way of interacting with radio DJ beyond trying to score concert tickets or a free CD. 
For now, I will continue practicing in the mirror. No faltering allowed.
Also, since I also have opportunity to attend panels (before they get booked), I plan to read over each listed and go on from there.....

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Ranch Macaroni Salad


I finally got my hands on Hampton Creek's new Ranch Salad Dressing. It has a superb homage to traditional rich, creamy flavor that a typical ranch offers. For my macaroni salad, I added colorful carrots, red onions, shreds of zucchini, and this amazing dressing.

Ranch Macaroni Salad Ingredients and Preparation

2 cup macaroni, cooked and chilled
1/2 cup rainbow carrots, steamed and chilled
1/2 cup zucchini, spiraled
1/4 cup red onion, chopped and diced
1/4 cup Just Mayo Ranch Dressing
1 tablespoon nutritional yeast
1 teaspoon basil
1 teaspoon salt
 1/4 teaspoon black pepper

Combine ingredients together and refrigerate.
Simple.



Thursday, August 18, 2016

A Recipe for Surprise Parties & Killer Peanut Butter Walnut Brownies

Good foods like Slice Pizza (they make vegan pie), unforgettable fresh homemade salsa, Whole Foods mild guacamole, tortilla chips, and this strawberry topped peanut butter chocolate brownie (by me) were great party fare. In the background is a pretty scrumptious looking vegan gluten-free Sweet Freedom Bakery cupcake gift. Yum!
This is more than a step by step process of preparing something in the kitchen.
This is a walk outside, a train journey, eleven floors up the elevator.
On a casual, seemingly innocent Tuesday evening, we the Visitor Services Staff of PAFA threw a little appreciation party for Matt-- our kind, sweet, cool as a cucumber supervisor. He works super hard and often can't spend time with us outside of museum life due to hectic schedules and whatnot.
It was high time to bring the party to him, to celebrate him, let him know we just appreciate.....
The idea escaped the mouth of one appreciative devotee and spread like a delightful communal virus. I say delightful because no sneezing, coughing, hiccuping or anything hazardous transpired between us. Nope. Just conspired a plot to celebrate a super amazing person.
Everyone was stoked-- wide-eyed and joyous over throwing a surprise shindig.

Just a few treasured words to describe Matt-- calm, peaceful, fabulous, stylish, eclectic, and creative are some other words I should have added. He's a terrific artist and phenomenal writer. I've spent many a time at PAFA's Arcadia Library reading his thesis.....
We had major trickery help from museum education department-- one of his besties and PAFA class of 2014 gal pal. She lured him up to the eleventh floor. We bombarded him with loud cheers and rambunctious clapping. It was such a sight, a wonder, to see him so happy and astonished at the same time. Of course, we had the same rowdy glee when the pizza arrived.

Most of the gang in present with Matt holding the Scrabble board of adjectives.
A huge thanks to another of my co-workers (fellow vegan alert) for co-conceiving this killer peanut butter brownie recipe. I knew that brownies would be involved, especially aince Matt liked the previous batch. There is no cocoa butter (used remainder for homemade lotion) and coconut oil was a big giant no-no.
I used Whole Foods Organic Peanut Butter-- the only ingredient is peanuts. Stored at room temperature, the peanut butter had a nice oily consistency mirroring melted oils or butters. It's not the same as subbing with applesauce, pumpkin, or a ripened avocado, but since the peanut butter flavor was desired that mattered not.
Overall, the surprise party was amazing. The pizza, these brownies, that salsa, my co-worker/friends....
We definitely celebrated in style.

Killer Peanut Butter Walnut Brownies Ingredients and Preparation

1 cup all purpose flour
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup almond milk (or any dairy free alternative)
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
1/2 cup walnuts, crushed
1/2 cup unsweetened peanut butter
1 package Driscoll's Strawberries, sliced (optional, but it gives the brownies lovelier presentation by covering fork marks of impatience)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees and grease a 8' x 8" baking pan.
Mix dry ingredients together.
Add in dairy free alternative milk and vanilla to dry ingredients. Stir evenly.
Pour in that bit of apple cider vinegar. Combine.
Lastly, swirl up the peanut butter and walnuts in the brownie batter.
Lay and smooth batter over in the baking pan. 
Let bake for 25-33 minutes.
Cool for an hour before placing strawberries or any other fresh fruit.

Dessert at the party.....
Here's what remained when I brought the pan back home.
One piece with an ice cold cherry smoothie served in a mug. Superb dessert-- a satisfying end to a wonderful surprise party day.