Onions! Onions! Onions!

Second Xgiving dinner

Delicious second Xgiving dinner. With podcasts. And solitude.

Vegan comfort food

After spending much of the day doing burst pipe flood remediation and cleanup in a friend's house, alone, I needed some food comfort.

Onions, tofu, poblano peppers, garlic.

The best part about this meal: the checker at the Giant Eagle was baffled by the pablano peppers. As if they'd fallen from the sky. Even after I spelled it several possible ways (the shelf tag spells it "pablano".)

Mail

It's an odd modern world we live in when writing and mailing a post card is such a visceral experience.

Yep. Making that thing.

SAUERKRAUT.

How many of you, my faithful readers, have I played the "foods on a deserted island" game with?

Well, I think if it had to be only one, it would be sauerkraut. Preferably delicious homemade lacto fermented sauerkraut.

But, yeah: sauerkraut. It was the only thing missing in my previous hippie slop post.

Insanely delicious hippie slop

No, that is not internally contradictory!

Artichoke hearts, onions, tempeh (how the hell is "tempeh" not in my spacephone's dictionary?!?), Bragg's liquid aminos, with Veganaise (another critical word I just had to teach my phone) and chili garlic sauce. Yum! Even better with the Cheshire Cat watching over it.

It was in the single digits last night, and below zero with windchill. Similar tonight: record low.

Today I boarded the hole in the front door, grabbed a space heater from across the street, tacked plastic sheeting a broken window, and tried to get an update on getting my heat radiators working.

Sigh.

One of the happy notes

This is my kitchen wall.

Flat head screws:

are an invention of satan.

But have I mentioned that I really enjoy working on old houses?

There is fungus among us.

Because I've been neglecting you, dear readers. And because mushrooms are pretty.

Last meal

green Thai tofu mushroom curry fixins. 'cause they're prettier than the final product.

Just said to my friend:

'cause nothing says party like a fifth floor walkup.

Confidential to M:

Thank you for a lovely rooftop lunch.

Food porn, road trip style!

As my faithful readers, all eight of you, have surely noticed, I've been a bit lax lately in blogging. Without going into too great of detail, since I think all of you probably already know some of the story, it has been a busy time.

Relocating from NYC to the Rust Belt. Finishing one job, starting another, flying across the country to pack up stuff to drive back across the country. In the last week, I have been in thirteen states, and slept in seven of them.

But I know why y'all come to my blog. So here is some road trip vegan food porn to satiate your burning needs:

This is from the lovely and strange Crystal Jade restaurant in Omaha, Nebraska. The fake meat was fucking delicious. The vegetables were astonishingly tasteless. Incredibly tasteless. (Yes, J: it defied credibility how tasteless the alleged sweet potato was. But it was beautifully carved.)

I can't say I'm sorry to be leaving NYC, as I look over in the public library branch I'm typing this from, and see the Bed Bug Survival Guide on the shelf.

The place I'm going is not without its challenges, but it also has immense opportunity.

Thus begins another chapter. I'm excited.