Oh, hello there! Here’s 24 hours worth of everything the post title says, plus, lunch at In the Bowl in Seattle. Continue reading
Presenting the Hiatus, Hiatus in Cocktails, Coconuts, Coffee, Juice, Tea & Beer, shown in near chronological order from the digital archives…so…very…many…photos…. Continue reading
Day 22: The DIY coffeeshop fun continues with homemade pumpkin coconut creamer and cinnamon breath. Continue reading
Day 16> The process of making homemade dirty chai concentrate. Buzz, buzz, buzz, spice. Another one for the mason jar club. Continue reading
Bit by bit, her favorite cookbooks and well worn recipes from newspapers (Sweet Potato Pie Casserole, I’m talking to you), impressive family holiday spreads, baking peanut butter fudge cookies, frosting cupcakes for class, using a food processor to puree the filling for her well-loved stuffed mushrooms (which she kept making, despite developing a severe fungus allergy – and I remember bits and pieces of that fateful ravioli at a restaurant on Long Island well), savoring good wine and balsamic, aged Parmesan and visits to gourmet Italian markets, the early days of the Food Network, forming those croquettes out of leftovers mashed potatoes, and even her go-to fried potatoes & scrambled comfort food – it all starts to reappear: and I try to savor them, one by one. You never want those visions to go. Continue reading
Cold brew has become one of the savings graces of warmer days in my life, and it’s ridiculously easy to make at home. You’re essentially extracting the coffee into more of a concentrate (which is why you’re typically see cold brew priced higher than coffee). The method I used comes from Cook’s illustrated’s Dan Souza, and is available on the website of America’s Test Kitchen. As if you could have any doubts now. I’ve combined a couple of steps, based on how I’ve been making at home the past two summers, and throw in the addition of rich cacao nibs, ripped off from my dear from Tom (who rules!). Continue reading
One of the proudest moments in the early realm of my DIY mixology was one of the very first: taking on homemade Kahlua for holiday gifts. Once upon a time, a friend had brought a bottle of her own to a … Continue reading
I’ve returned yet again from sneaking the heck out-of-town for the holiday mess. This time last year, I was sipping from young coconuts in Cambodia, while this time last week, J. Legume and I were singing carols to rats scurrying … Continue reading
Last month, team VVC took a quick trip to Seattle. It basically went like this: Soy lattes were sipped. Pickle chips were consumed. Vegan treats were sought out. Locations were visited. It was business as usual.
One of my first stops: a mug of house Caffé Vita & the vegan chocolate cupcake at Cupcake Royale
What clearly, caught my attention. I must admit, with a sign like this, I was expecting more than one vegan option, but it was good, albeit crumbly.
Once I arrived in the U District, I stopped at Trabant for a soy latte.
For brunch, I arrived early and revisited Plum. I had enjoyed the spicy mac & yeast, years ago, but overall, was left with a really greasy feeling in my stomach, and I’m not usually one to say such a thing.
The perplexingly plated Fresh Tofu Benedict – with tender, savoury seitan unlike anything I’ve had before (making me want to try it in pho), paired with a pomegranate mimosa.
I’m pleased that I tried this – and it was the most expensive item on the menu, but I would opt to try some of their fancy pancakes next time. I’m glad I dined solo and no one was there to witness the constant state of distress I experienced with each bite.
Dinner time, I met up with team VVC for hugs and cocktails at a seemingly mandatory stop on my past few Seattle visits: the Highline.
Sometimes I’m thrilled with my food, sometimes I’m near-terrified. This time, my long-awaited pickle chips were served indoors, remained crispy and warm for an impressive amount of time, and I was ranch-dipping and stoked. Yeah, they were salty and battered and dill-y and awesome.
The TLT. Classic, but nothing on D.C. Veg’s new TLT-on-a-sub-roll creation.
We stayed in a budget hotel outside of the U-District, which meant we somehow found ourselves across the street at the Ram for some type of manic late night happy hour with $3 pineapple & whipped cream vodka cocktails.
Michele and I went with the upside-down pineapple drop, with Vanilla Stoli & Pinnacle Whipped Cream vodka; Janessa went with a microbrew
Breakfast time at Herkimore: Mighty-O doughnut & soy latte. Ah.
Naturally, we picked up some goodies at Sidecar.
Our sight-seeing including a visit to Pike Place Market and Cinnamon Works.
One day, I will actually take note of whose art this is at Bang Bang. Because I want it on my walls. All of them.
I did manage to grab a plate of their smokey mac & cheese for lunch, while my silly cohorts ate bagels or something. I was content!
Smokey Mac & Cheese with a side of toast, Bang Bang Cafe
We had a meeting at the Seattle Public Library for our VVC Tech Seminar in the fall.
Supplemental caffeination via an iced Americano with soymilk at Victrola Coffee
Spiked refreshment, courtesy of a jalapeño pomegranate margarita at Bimbos Cantina.
It may not have had that spice the name promised, but there was green hot sauce on the table – and a photo booth downstairs.
Our table somehow fit not one, but two of these BoBo Platters
Our table also shared Beef & Broccoli, Vietnamese Crispy Fried Noodles – a unique dish I’d been craving since 2007, and a Ginger Soy Chicken special.
No photos of the noodles, but let me add that I’ve been googling them sporadically since first trying them, and have never seen anything close!
Mandarin Crispy Tofu
The espresso blend was freshly roasted and on sale for $5. Heck, yes. Cue cold pressing.
It looks me nine years of dwelling in the Pacific Northwest, one quick train ride, and the encouragement of two sisters, but I finally made it to Eugene for the weekend recently. The break included sunshine, strolls, Lane County farmers market, vegan food, frolicking at the top of Skinner Butte, soy lattes, TMNT: The Secret of the Ooze, and the charming company of the Sisters Legume.
Everything I’d heard about Eugene seemed to be true: it was scenic, it was cozy, it was much closer than I thought, there were lots of bikes, interesting pizza, cute vegetarian carts and the breeze often carried a delightful combination of nutritional yeast and pot. It reminded me of weekend trips to Northampton, MA during my college years.
After a late night arrival, we started the weekend bright and early at the Wandering Goat coffeeshop. We quickly moved on to the second order of business: picking up treats for later at Sweet Life. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard friends who’ve been to Eugene debate Sweet Life vs. Sweetpea, it’s ridiculous. Just bring on the pastries!
The verdict on the box from Sweet Life Patisserie: I appreciated the dark (perhaps, black cocoa powder?) chocolate cake of the cupcake with bites of the rich, coconut & brown sugar-tinged salted caramel frosting. It made me realize how many bakeries must use cheap cocoa powder – the difference here was apparent. The blueberry fritter was more like a soft scone, which wasn’t up my alley, and while I didn’t try the cinnamon roll, J. Legume found it to be a “fine cinnamon roll”, but ” a struggle” to devour. So darling.
Once we had consumed and breathed in enough sugar for the morning, we stopped at the downtown farmers market to take in some greens.
It would be another week before I had a chance to visit the Portland Farmers Market since it’d reopened for the Spring, and my local green-seeking-radar was going crazy. It had been so long since I could purchase raab without a plastic tag. So, so long.
For a legitimate lunch, we stopped by vegan food cart-turned-adorable dinerette, Cornbread Cafe.
Why does one go to Cornbread Cafe? Why, vegan comfort food. Shout it out style: VEGAN COMFORT FOOD.
Just look at this menu, full of cruelty free country classics.
My new, bizarro cashew allergies withheld the gravy and cheese sauce options (and the d-cheese does not appeal to me), but I was incredibly satisfied with my plate, so who cares?
I don’t, and will continue to tell myself this (alright, again and again), return, and chomp into more crunchy-coated Southern Fried and Buffalo style tofu, after which, I will one day try the Shredded BBQ Seitan and Chicken Fried Tempeh.
Basically, I’m already penciling in a second visit on my next trip to Eugene, unless the Garbanzo Grill cart catches my attention first. We can share.
Such vegan wonders from such a small-ish city! That’s the Northwest for ya.
For dinner, we picked up a pizza from a place I’d heard both raves & a few whines about through the years, PRI: the Pizza Research Institute.
Admittedly, I decided to bypass the famous peach and pear topped ‘zas once I heard they were canned fruit, which is silly, since the pineapple and jalapeno party below was the same case, and it was March. We built our own pie, and while the tangy, miso cheese sauce took some time to set, it was a welcome change from processed shreds. The toppings, however, overloaded the chewy crust. That being said, I’d return to try out a peach slice and a pint of ale. There’s no way around it. Plus, any pizza is better pizza when paired with costumed turtles.
Cowabunga, Eugene – til we meet again.