10 Tips for Going Vegan, Staying Vegan & Thriving

Just about to head out on the road to the first sanctuary I’m visiting, but before I go I just wanted to nudge you over to MindBodyGreen.com to read a short article I wrote. It’s “10 Tips for Going Vegan, Staying Vegan & Thriving”. I’ll be back soon with another update from the road.

In the meantime, do you all have other tips for maintaining a vegan diet?

Roadtripping To California: Vegan Style

Last week, I was a bit inconsistent with the blog—the reason was that I was trying to finish up tons of stuff before I headed out on the open road on Saturday. It was finals week at school, graduations galore, finishing up writing projects, and making sure Eric had what he needed to take care of the animals while I’m gone.

I left Seattle on Saturday afternoon and drove to Portland to stay over night with my 98-year old grandma and my uncle who takes care of her. It was great to spend time with them. On Sunday morning, I got up early and hit the road to drive the rest of the way to Eric’s brother’s house in Northern California.

This is a research trip for the dairy project, and I’m going to be spending some time at a couple of different sanctuaries for formerly farmed animals. But first, I’m hanging out for a couple of days with Eric’s brother, his brother’s wife and their kids.

One of the things about roadtrips as a vegan is trying to figure out where to eat along the way. Usually, Eric and I like to just get food for the car and stop as little as possible for food. We normally get lots of snacky type foods for the car—dried fruit, chips, cookies, crackers, etc—and I always end up feeling kind of gross and over-sugared/starched. This time, I decided to try to eat things that would be energizing. I brought carrots, celery, hummus, some plain lettuce, some delicious roasted beets with apple cider vinegar, some ginger chews, and some dark chocolate for when I started feeling tired and needed a little pick-me-up. It ended up being great food for a long car trip and I arrived in California feeling tired from the drive, but pretty good otherwise.

The pictures in this post are all from the drive down to California. Even the scenery along I-5 is beautiful going through Washington and Oregon. But when you turn off I-5 and head west to the coast, it gets completely breaktaking as you go through the redwoods and then out to the Pacific coast.

More soon…Headed to the first sanctuary tomorrow.

 

Book Review: “Exposing the Big Game: Living Targets of a Dying Sport”

Good morning, Monday readers! I’m writing from hot and sunny California this morning to nudge you over to Our Hen House for another book review —this one about Jim Robertson’s thought provoking book about hunting for sport—Exposing the Big Game: Living Targets of a Dying Sport. At the end of the review, I’ve asked some questions about effective advocacy for animals. If you are so inclined and have thoughts/insights you want to share, feel free to respond in the comments section over at Our Hen House. It would be great to generate a discussion about the topic. While you’re over at OHH, check out the rest of the site—Jasmin and Mariann are doing amazing work and it’s by far one of my favorite blogs. Back tomorrow with a report from the road!

Lemony Stars (Vegan Lemon Shortbread Cookies)

I’ve not been so great about posting every day here on the old blogaroo this week. This week happens to be finals week, which I would have expected to be pretty uneventful since I’m neither taking classes nor teaching this quarter. But somehow the anxiety of finals week has made its way to me from the university. I’m in the midst of craziness of finishing up projects, getting organized for my research, attending graduations, and making plans for a research road trip. My dear friend Karen is graduating tomorrow (she is officially now a doctor of philosophy!) and I can’t wait to see her in her purple velvet poofy hat and robes. In any case, it’s been an especially busy week.

This is a recipe from the baby shower. These cookies are truly an ode to Eric. He loves shortbread and lemon-flavored things. It happens to be the same dough as the raspberry and apricot shortbread thumbprint cookies. These are delicate, sweet and slightly tart, and perfect tiny delightful bites. When I first tasted them, I declared, “these are lemony stars from heaven!”

The Recipe

Makes a lot of stars

For the cookies: 

1 cup vegan shortening (Earth Balance will do)

3/4 cup vegan powdered sugar (Wholesome Sweeteners is a great brand)

1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract

2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 tsp salt

For the icing:

1/2 cup vegan powdered sugar

juice of 1 lemon

zest of 1 lemon

Preheat oven to 350 F.

FOR THE COOKIES: Cream the butter and powdered sugar with electric mixer (or very well by hand). If the powdered sugar is clumpy, it helps to sift it first. Cream until smooth. Add vanilla and mix. Add flour and salt. Mix until it forms a uniform, soft dough. Roll out to 1/4-1/2 inch thick and, using a tiny star cookie cutter (or a knife), place on a greased or parchment-lined baking sheet. Bake for 8-10 minutes. While the cookies are baking, make the icing.

FOR THE ICING: Sift the powdered sugar for the icing into a bowl, add lemon juice and zest, and stir until smooth and well mixed. Drizzle the icing over the cookies, making sure each one gets a nice little drizzle of icing. Let cool completely.

Sometimes We All Need A Bowl of Cut Fruit

Eric’s aunt died on Friday afternoon in Los Angeles. She had been ill for a long time and had rallied countless times throughout her life after her doctors told her to ‘call the family’. I didn’t know Margie very well, but I had gotten to spend time with her a few times and I have heard many stories from Eric and Ruth (Eric’s mom) and the rest of the family. For Eric, Margie was the aunt who was unconditionally accepting and loving, kind, funny, and excited to hear about what he was doing and ready to be enthusiastic and supportive. Eric and I visited Margie and her husband, Gary, in LA in 2006 after I graduated from college and Eric and I took a 6 week road trip around the country. We started in Seattle, drove down the west coast on the 101 (mostly) to LA and then through the Southwest over to North Carolina, up to visit my family in Pittsburgh, then back across the northern route–through North Dakota, Montana, Idaho–back to Seattle. It was an absolutely amazing trip and visiting Margie and Gary in LA was one of the highlights. I was struck by how warm and welcoming Margie and Gary were. I also loved Margie’s ‘no-bullshit’ attitude. I remember I was sharing with her my anxiety about driving and car accidents and she said, “You know, Katie, it’s just about hedging your bets. We do the best we can to be safe when we drive and that’s all we can do. Hedge our bets.”

When we were getting ready to leave LA to head east through Arizona and New Mexico, Margie asked where were headed first. We said, “Joshua Tree National Park!”

Margie was shocked. “Oh God! Why would you ever go to Joshua Tree?! That’s a miserable place! Joshua Tree?! Don’t go to Joshua Tree! Go to Disneyland!”

I mentioned that I had never been to Disneyland. That made her even more appalled and she said, “Go, right now! I’ll treat you both to Disneyland for the day! You have to go, you just have to go!”

We didn’t go to Disneyland (I’ve still never been to Disneyland or Disneyworld). We went to Joshua Tree. And you know, it was kind of miserable. 114 F with no shade in sight. Joshua trees, it turns out, don’t provide much shade. Of course, it was beautiful and breathtaking in the way desert landscapes are… But it was not the kind of place you would want to hang out for long periods of time. Or even longer than five minutes.

Even though Margie’s death wasn’t a surprise to anyone who knew her, I think death always comes as a surprise as we realize that, quite suddenly, the person who was there in the world one moment is not there the next. This realization is profoundly shocking. Especially with those in our lives who are terminally ill, we get consumed at the end with their suffering and the knowledge that death is coming, and trying to be there for them in whatever ways we can be. But I think it’s not until they’re actually dead that we realize that death means they’re gone and we don’t get to see them anymore.

When I was 15, Barb (who lived on the third floor of our house and was a third parent to both me and Lucy for our whole lives) died after a long battle with failed kidney transplants, dialysis, etc. We knew it was coming (for years, really) and spent a week after she stopped dialysis surrounding her with the people and foods she loved before she died. I had known it was coming and yet, when I got home the next day and the day after that and the day after that, and went to tell her the latest gossip from my day at school, and realized that she wasn’t there—that was the worst part of losing her. Yes, there were the big moments in my life—like my wedding, graduations, etc—where I thought, “I wish Barb were here.” But it’s the little day-to-day moments, even today—when I think, “I’ve got to tell Barb that, she would think that was hilarious.” And then I remember that she’s not in the world any more, and all I can think is, “Oh.”  

I know this is what it must be like for the people closest to Margie. For Gary to go to bed alone and wake up every morning without her. For Ruth to try to call her big sister as she did for a lifetime and realize she can’t. For Margie’s kids to want to be with their mom and not be able to…These are the shittiest things about death.   

Eric and Ruth and Chuck (her husband) went to LA on Saturday for Margie’s funeral and I held down the fort here. Mally (Ruth and Chuck’s dog) is Maizy’s best friend, so he came to stay at our house and I went over to Ruth’s house in the mornings and evenings to feed and love up their cats and chickens. Eric came back to Seattle on Sunday so he could go to work on Monday, but Ruth and Chuck stayed until today. Before I picked them up from the airport, I made lunch for my dear friend Karen. I’ve been feeling incredibly unmotivated in the kitchen lately (hence the absence of recipes) and just decided to get some premade lunch items for us to eat at Whole Foods. I got some rapini cooked with garlic, a black quinoa mango salad, and I toasted up some bread with hummus, cucumber and avocado:

For dessert, I cut up fruit in a bowl for each of us–strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and some (under-ripe) kiwis and we had tea. Back when Karen made the egg salad sandwich lunch for us at her house, we decided we were going to be “ladies who lunch”. I didn’t have it in me to make up a fantastic recipe like the egg salad sandwiches, but the Whole Foods lunch sufficed. While we were sitting there eating our bowls of fruit, Karen commented on how nice it is to have a bowl of fruit prepared for you. She said that she always had fruit in the house for her son, Oliver, but that she rarely prepared a nice bowl of it for herself. For her, it was a real treat—a luxury—to be given a bowl of cut fruit to eat.

After lunch with Karen, when I picked Ruth and Chuck up from the airport, Ruth got in the car, burst into tears and said, “Thank you for picking us up…I think I really just need some nurturing.”

Of course she needs some nurturing. She’s just begun one of the hardest, shittiest journeys—having just lost someone you love and getting ready to be reminded at the most random times that she’s gone. Sometimes we need someone to pick us up from the airport even though we can take the light rail. Sometimes we need to sit on the couch and cry in front of Grey’s Anatomy. Sometimes we need a hug or a late night phone conversation with a friend. Sometimes we need to be reminded that someone knows exactly what we’re going through. And sometimes, we all just need a bowl of cut fruit.

Consumer Politics and What is Veganism?

One of the reasons Michael Pollan (Author of The Omnivore’s Dilemma, In Defense of Food, Food Rules) has been so successful is that he doesn’t hesitate to tell people what to eat. In fact, his philosophy of eating has become so popular that he published a book consisting entirely of his ‘food rules,’ a simplistic instruction manual to ‘eat this, not that’. Implicit in Pollan’s writing on what to eat is really the question of what to buy. Pollan and those like him in the ‘alternative’ food movement generally emphasize local food consumption—encouraging buying foods at farmers’ markets, avoiding industrial organic and conventional foods, eating meat, dairy and eggs from small-scale producers of so-called ‘humane’ producers, eating whole foods and avoiding processed products. These folks are fans of the ‘Vote with Your Dollar’ mentality—that simply buying the ‘right’ things is the way to change the world. This belief—that we can buy our way to more ethical living—is appealing to the consumer with the ability to spend an extra dollar or two for the local, organic option. And, of course, I fall prey to this mentality in my shopping as well—buying the fair-trade, organic chocolate and coffee, shopping at farmers’ markets when I can, and generally trying to be educated about where the money I spend goes.  Further, the ability to spend more money for the ‘more ethical’ option is a privilege that only those with a little expendable income can enjoy. And so it creates a division between those who can afford to ‘eat ethically’ and those who can’t. The label of the ‘conscious consumer’ is a label that is literally bought and is not priced at a price for everyone. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t try to buy the ‘more ethical’ option if we can. What I am saying is that we should be wary of thinking that what we buy does something to substantially change the world. And we should be questioning constantly, “what is ethical?” in the first place.

Take ‘organic’ for instance. When the organic food movement first began, it was a small, fringe movement of farmers and consumers who recognized the dangers of the massive shift to industrial chemical agriculture and wanted to grow and eat food that was grown in accordance with organic, environmentally sound practices. As support for this movement grew, ‘organic’ was co-opted by corporate agriculture firms who, in addition to bastardizing how organic agriculture is done, have lobbied the U.S. government to loosen guidelines for what constitutes ‘organic’ in the first place. As a result of corporate involvement and consumer demand, ‘organic’ food has been the fastest growing sector of the food industry in recent years. This is an obvious example, but this co-optation of ‘organic’ is one example where buying ‘organic’ does not necessarily constitute ‘ethical consumption’.

A more subtle example is in Pollan’s book, The Omnivore’s Dilemma, where he sings the praises of Polyface Farm, a small-scale ‘sustainable’ farm in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley. Pollan rhapsodizes about the sustainability of this small farm—the way the chickens are moved around the land in a chicken tractor to fertilize the earth and eat along the way, the way the pigs are involved in composting, rooting up the soil, and building nests in the forest, etc. This farm has been the poster-child for small-scale organic multi-species farming and is featured in the documentary Food, Inc. as an example of doing agriculture the ‘right’ way. What is talked about less (or not at all) are things like the fact that Joel Salatin (the owner of Polyface) buys industrially raised chickens to raise there at the farm, there is no question of whether or not slaughtering animals for food is ethical in the first place, and the animals there are not allowed to live much longer than they would if they were raised in a factory farm. And yet, Polyface has become a model for people all over the country to follow as they seek out ‘ethical’ food choices. If each ‘conscious consumer’ could simply find their own local Polyface, then they could relax, satisfied in the knowledge that they had arrived—that finally they could sit down to dinner guilt-free.

There is a local farm here in the Puget Sound that advertises itself in the same way Polyface does–the height of sustainability with everything done there at the farm in a tiny self-sustaining eco-system. I won’t name the farm because the point of this post is not name-calling or an expose. But suffice to say, they are well-known in Seattle as one of the farms who is ‘doing it right’. Despite what they say on their website, they are actually highly suspicious of visitors to the farm (good luck actually getting a tour), neighbors of the farm have reported seeing dead sheep tossed in the pig pens as the only source of pig food, they have an exceptionally high turnover rate of employees on the farm, the animals on their farm frequently escape and are found roaming the area, and a number of their animals have been so poorly cared for that the local sanctuaries have been obligated to take them in. To read their promotional materials and look at the pictures of their farm, you get the sense of total transparency, an assurance that what you see is what you get.

As an ‘ethical vegan,’ I am skeptical (to say the least) of the alternative meat and dairy movement and yet, this post is not about a rant about alternative farming or carnists. Instead, I want to talk about veganism and what I think it is. This post has been building for a while. I’ve encountered a number of vegans in the past few years (mostly online) who are vegan for ethical animal rights reasons and who are so concerned with buying products that are vegan, that they don’t think about the other ethics involved. A major moment of horror for me in my own life was when I ordered a pair of vegan boots online a year or two ago. I had found this pair of boots on sale online and had ignored the twinge of “where were these made?” and ordered them anyway. I felt uneasy about the fact that they were probably made in a sweatshop somewhere, as most clothes from large corporate retailers are. But when the boots arrived, it really pushed me over the edge—I opened the box and there was an overwhelming smell of gasoline. It was the boots! They reeked like petrol! I told myself that they would air out and wore them to school the next day. One of my friends asked, as we were sitting in a coffee shop, ‘Do any of you smell gas?” Yup, that was me and my ‘ethical’ vegan boots. Perfect. Made out of petroleum in a sweatshop, but at least they weren’t made out of animal skin. Right? No.

In my academic work at the time I had been thinking about interlocking and intersecting oppressions—intersections of racism, sexism, speciesism, etc. Veganism is more than just a respect for nonhuman animal life—it should be a respect for all life including humans, animals and the environment. I like to think of veganism as the next step in human evolution—that eventually we will realize as a species that we have no right to exploit other species simply for our own ends. This has to, of course, include our own human species and the environment as well. Animals, humans and the environment are oppressed and exploited simultaneously by capitalism and while I had been reading, thinking and writing about it in my work, I had found it much more difficult to translate this into my own consumptive habits.

What shoes can I wear? Can I eat soy or not? What about palm oil? Industrial soy production contributes to the destruction of the rainforest and is increasingly genetically modified. Palm oil production also destroys forests and, specifically, orangutan habitats (causing a sharp decline in orangutan populations).  Soy and palm oil are ubiquitous in processed vegan (and non-vegan) foods. Earth Balance, for one, is either soy or palm oil (or both). Palm oil, in particular, is often not labelled as such. I generally feel like the more we learn and educate ourselves, the more we discover how destructive the choices we make can be. New information constantly comes out to say that a certain food or mode of production is doing some devastating damage to human, animal or plant life and we scurry to modify our behavior to try to avoid contributing to this particular kind of destruction. Some people respond to this knowledge by saying, “Screw this. I’m never going to be able to be perfect, so why bother.” While I do understand this response that comes out of being frustrated and overwhelmed, I think it’s a cop-out. I think, instead, we have to be ready to say, “Okay, this is a bummer, but I don’t want to contribute to this, so now I’m going to change this practice.” This is the motivation for my introduction to the blog (on the About page) where I said that veganism is always a process of trying to live better, trying to live more lightly on the planet in ever more compassionate ways. We have to be open to evolving our ideas of what is compassionate and be ready to remake our daily lived practices to adapt to evolving notions of what is ‘ethical’.

In a practical, everyday way, veganism is about what we consume, but this is not all it is and it is not even the most important thing, I think. Veganism is an ideology that, at its core, believes that another world is possible. For me, a commitment to some of the central tenets of true anarachism is a part of this. Trying to be more compassionate, more open, and more inclusive in our day-to-day interactions is also a part of this. And another part of it is never feeling like we’ve done enough. This is not to say that we should constantly feel depressed by what we cannot do. Instead, we should try to avoid complacency and constantly strive to improve the lives of humans, animals, and ecosystems while we are here for this short time on the planet.

My mom likes to tell me this story about her time organizing for nuclear disarmament. In a moment of hopelessness, she said to a good friend of hers, “What if what we do doesn’t make any difference? What if it isn’t enough?”

Her friend replied, “We do it anyway.”      

Morning Routines

People always seem to say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And I would have to agree. If I skip breakfast or eat something too sweet or not sustaining enough, I find that my day usually remains somewhat off-kilter. For me, it’s essential to eat something well-balanced, substantial and healthy in the morning—something that will fill me up but not make me feel lethargic through the morning. My morning routine is fairly predictable. It’s the same most mornings and I like it that way. The time I wake up varies, depending on external factors. But usually I get up at 6:30 or 7am, come downstairs, let Maizy out and open up the chicken coop door so they can roam the yard for the day (these days they’ve been starting to bawk early—at around 5:30 or 6, so sometimes I get up and let them out and then go back to bed). This is all after I’ve been woken up 5 or 6 times, usually starting at 3am by one of the two feline residents in our house. Eden likes to scratch the bed frame right by my head to wake me up. And Abigail likes to walk all over me and sit on me while I’m sleeping, swishing her tail in my face…

Maizy hogs my side of the bed, and I usually have to curl up in a tiny ball, or throw my legs off the side of the bed…

Anyway, after letting Maizy and the chickens out, I put the kettle on and feed Abigail and Eden. They get breakfast first because Eden is beside himself by this time and starts getting  so ‘hangry’ (i.e., that special kind of angry that comes from being hungry) he punches me when I walk by if I don’t look like I’m going straight for the food. Then I feed Maizy (mixing up already cooked quinoa or brown rice; yams or butternut squash; broccoli; tofu, beans or eggs from the chickens; flax oil; nutritional yeast; and VegeDog supplemental powder). The animals eat their breakfast and I make tea and lemon water for the humans in the house while Eric gets ready for work. The lemon water is a new addition to the morning routine. Apparently it balances your metabolism, sets your body’s pH for the day, helps you crave less caffeine, assists with weight loss, and has all kinds of other great health benefits for your body. I’ve been enjoying it quite a bit…

Directions for Lemon Water: Squeeze 1/4- 1/2 of a lemon into a glass. Add warm water (not hot or cold) and sip this first thing in the morning.

I make black tea for both of us (we have separate loose-leaf preferences) and put a pot of water on to boil for oatmeal. I eat oatmeal every morning (unless I make cornmeal waffles on the weekend). The type of oatmeal varies. These days I’m eating the quick-cooking steel cut oats from Bob’s Red Mill. They cook in 5-7 minutes and are delicious.

Directions for Awesome Morning Oatmeal: Cook the oats according to the directions on the package. Halfway through the cooking time, toss in a handful of raisins or other dried fruit. Sprinkle a little cinnamon and vanilla extract if you like. When the oatmeal is finished cooking, serve in bowls. Top with fresh seasonal fruit (or just use the dried fruit in winter) and nuts (walnuts, pecans and almonds are all good choices) or pumpkin seeds (pepitas). I usually don’t add any sweetener beyond the fruit because I’m trying to keep my blood sugar relatively stable, but you can certainly add some maple syrup, stevia, brown sugar, etc. if you prefer. Such a simple, easy breakfast when it becomes part of your routine…and so delicious!

I eat oatmeal and tea while I read my Google Reader, which houses all the new blog posts for the morning from the 30-40 blogs I follow. This is such a nice way to start the day and it usually inspires me to want to write a blog post. Eric and I will chat, too, while he’s getting ready and eating his breakfast. After Eric heads off to work, I usually get to blogging so that it posts before the end of the working day on the East Coast. Eden sits at the side of my computer to help every morning…

After blogging, which takes anywhere from 20 minutes to 1 hour (or more) depending on the post, I get right to work on my actual job, which is editorial assistant for a geography journal. I catch up with the journal’s emailing, processing manuscripts through, and keeping things organized and then get to my own work. I work until I feel my concentration slipping and then I generally shower, get dressed, have a snack and take Maizy for a walk. After that, I settle down for an afternoon session of working and try to sustain this until Eric gets home from work, but sometimes I will cook something in the late afternoon instead or take Maizy to the park or on a walk. This is basically what a day looks like when I don’t have to be at school or go to any appointments. Riveting stuff, I know… right?

Do you all have consistent morning routines? What’s your favorite part of your morning?

Timothy Pachirat Reading on KUOW

Just a quick post to let you know that Timothy Pachirat, author of Every Twelve Seconds: Industrialized Slaughter and the Politics of Sight, will be on KUOW radio, which you can listen to right here online. The date and time is this Thursday 8pm PST. If you missed his reading at Elliot Bay Books here in Seattle, then this is your chance to hear him talk, read from the book, and answer questions.

If you haven’t read the book, it’s definitely at the top of my ‘recommends’ list. A very detailed look inside the mundane day-to-day of a Nebraska slaughterhouse and an interesting exploration of a politics of sight in our culture of violence.

Weekend Recap

This weekend has been a fun-filled weekend made complete by a visit from my dear friend Theresa and her new boyfriend, Matt. Theresa lives in Spokane now, but was my first friend when we both moved to Seattle and worked at a coffee shop in the Pike Place Market. We’ve gone through a lot together–moves back and forth across the country, kids, weddings, divorces, school, new jobs, big dreaming and hard work to make those dreams a reality. She is a wonderful friend and I’m lucky to have her in my life (even if she does live all the way across the state). They drove into Seattle on Friday night and we went out for Ethiopian food—one of our absolute favorite meals these days. We took it easy on Friday night after dinner and watched some Doctor Who together. Saturday morning we woke up early and went to Cafe Flora for brunch. I wish I’d taken some pictures of it, but I just got right to eating instead. I had the vegan cornmeal waffle with blueberry jam, cardamom cream and walnuts (which is, in fact, the waffle that inspired the cornmeal waffle recipe). It was delicious. After that, we ran some errands. We went to Ikea (there is no Ikea in Spokane and Theresa and Matt needed a few things for their new place) and the Goodwill… because who wouldn’t want to go to the amazing Goodwill?! I found a couple of nice dishes at the Goodwill, which I’m sure you’ll see debuted in some photos in the near future.

After that, we stopped at home and picked up Eric (who skipped the Ikea/Goodwill trip) and Maizy and headed to Lincoln Park in West Seattle. Lincoln Park is a pretty big park in the city that has woods, trails and beach.

The woods are beautiful big pine and cedar trees…

The rhododendron are blooming…

And there is a steep trail/steps going down to the beach…

I thought this was a particularly neat tree…

The beach itself is rocky (as most Washington beaches are)…

Maizy loves going for hikes and walks on the beach…

 

It was an awesome weekend, with lots of laughs and fun Seattle activities.

On another note, I made the Basic Chocolate Cupcake recipe from Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World with the Chocolate Mousse topping for Eric’s mom’s birthday last week. This is an awesome recipe and I highly recommend you make it. The mousse is over the top and rivals Julia Child’s chocolate mousse recipe that uses heavy cream, etc.

Have you done anything fun over the long weekend?

 

Summer Vegetable Wrap with Basil Dipping Sauce

When I was in Baltimore, my mom and sister ordered this veggie wrap for lunch at a restaurant and it came with the most wonderful basil sauce. The sauce/dressing is like a light, refreshing pesto with a slight tang. When I got home, I tinkered around in the kitchen trying to replicate the basil sauce. I think I’ve got it pretty close to what that sauce at the restaurant was. With all this taste testing, I’ve been eating a lot of these wraps lately for lunch. And I’ve been loving them—so fresh-tasting, healthy and easy to make. My dad has even enjoyed a few of them (he’s here visiting). You can, of course, use any vegetables you like in the wrap and any kind of tortilla or wrap to hold it all together.

The Recipe

Serves 1

1 wrap/tortilla of your choosing

1/2 avocado, sliced

several slices of tofu (raw or pan-fried)

several slices of tomato

several slices of cucumber

1-2 leaves of lettuce or other green

handful of sprouts

generous helping of basil dipping sauce/dressing

Prepare all vegetables by washing and slicing. If using fried tofu, fry up some slices (either in a dry, nonstick pan or in a little oil). Heat up a wrap/tortilla. Put the tortilla on a plate and pile on the vegetables. You can either pour the sauce over the vegetables and roll it up, or you can serve the sauce in a little bowl on the side for dipping.