Tuesday, December 6, 2011

My Kitchen Lately

Quinoa cooked in soy milk with fresh cranberries
& of course a big mug of earl grey tea :)

 Vegan Corn Chowder (recipe from Skinny Bitch: Ultimate Everyday Cookbook)
& Sweet Cornbread (recipe from Vegan Diner)

Vegan Avocado Buttercream Frosting (recipe from Joy the Baker)

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Dear Husband To Be,

I want a townhouse.


Can we agree on that?


I don't want a big house on acres and acres of land. It's completely unnecessary to me. I don't need a hot tub or a master bedroom. Hell, I don't even need a big kitchen. I don't need a ton of counter space. As long as I can have a set of copper bottomed stainless steel pans hanging from the ceiling, I'll be happy. I prefer a cozy kitchen. Especially one with beat up wooden counter tops.


I simply need a space where we can be happy together. A space where I can have a small office. It doesn't even have to be a "real" office. A little nook in the living room is fine. I simply want a space where we can watch 90's sitcoms on DVD, cuddled on the couch. A space where we can someday put up a Christmas tree in the corner. I simply need a small dining room, so we can host small dinner parties with friends. A space where we can have dinners for two. I simply want to feel that delicious cold of a hardwood floor as I walk down the hall first thing in the morning. A hall where pictures of us will hang on the walls. I simply need a tiny backyard with a good fence so Eleanor Rigby has a place to play. A yard where we can sit on the back steps with Coronas in the summertime. 


I don't want a big house at all. I just want a home for us.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Homesick

Sometimes, I watch Gossip Girl just to view those shots over looking the city at the beginning of every other scene.

And I'm reminded of why I love New York.

Reminded of that feeling I had the first time I stepped off of a train platform in Grand Central Station.

It was no longer a dream.

I was no longer that little girl who kept a stamp of Lady Liberty next to a New York state quarter and a candle that said, "New York City" on it in a shimmery pink glitter. That little girl who dreamed about "the big city."

The orange lighting. the people. my new subway map. dragging my suitcase on the pavement through Chelsea. that moment when I thought to myself this is home.


I go back to that moment every chance I get.

It was the day after Thanksgiving and I was only seventeen-years-old.

Sometimes, that day feels so far away.

Then, I remind myself, I'm still so young. I still have plenty of time to make it my home.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Tangible & Intangible

"Like most people who love to cook, I like the tangible things. I like the way the knife claps when it meets the cutting board. I like the haze of sweet air that hovers over a hot cake as it sits, cooling, on the counter. I like the way a strip of orange peel looks on an empty plate. But what I like even more are the intangible things: the familiar voices that fall out of the folds of an old cookbook, or the scenes that replay like a film reel across my kitchen wall. When we fall in love with a certain dish, I think that's what we're often responding to: that something else behind the fork or the spoon, the familiar story that food tells."
-Molly Wizenburg, A Homemade Life, p. 2&3

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Happy

So...I think I've figured it out.

What I want to do in life.

I know. BIG.

But here it is...

I want to be happy.

And I think I've got a pretty good plan for it.

I want to photograph. And write. And cook. Ideally work at some dream job that allows me to combine all three.

I want to sew. I want to make my own dresses with pretty fabrics...and maybe someday make clothes for my future kiddos.

I want to read. And dance. And watch good movies. And play with my puppy. And travel. Oh, places I want to go!

I want to run a small baking business. Not now, but someday.

Because no matter what I do, what other dreams I chase, I keep coming back to way it feels to roll out a pie crust. I keep coming back to the way my mother and I would sprinkle flour on the counter, plop the sticky dough down, and push with the wooden rolling pin.

I keep coming back to how it feels to drop a cup full of chocolate chips into cookie batter. How it's still fun to lick the beaters as they bake in the oven.

I keep coming back to the beautiful frustration of frosting a cake. How impatient I am when it comes to letting it cool first.

I keep coming back to the smell of adding melted Earth Balance to the beginnings of a graham cracker crust.   How the crackers crunch under the fork and that heavenly scent as it sits in the oven.

I keep coming back to muffins and scones. How they make coffee or tea taste that much better. Especially in the wintertime.

So, I will do these things. And I will be happy.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Oh, Autumn

Remember how I didn't want fall to come?

Yeah, I'm over that.

I am dreaming of apple cider and pumpkin patches. I caught myself baking vegan apple pecan muffins a few days ago. I am dying to photograph the changing leaves and layer up in scarves. I am already craving pumpkin pies and winter squash. And do you know what else is lovely in the fall? Roasted veggies.

The October issue of Whole Living printed a recipe for Roasted Fall Vegetables with Lentils. I took inspiration from it and this is what followed....

Roasted Vegetables with Black Rice

Ingredients:
1 cup of organic black rice (I tend to buy from the bulk section in my local health food store)
2 1/2 cups of water
1 large organic red bell pepper, cut into 1/2 inch strips
1 large organic carrot, chopped into two inch pieces resembling homemade matchstick carrots
1/2 medium to large organic red onion, cut into 1/2 inch wedges
1 14 oz can of artichoke hearts, drained
5 Tbsp extra-virgin olive oil, divided
1 tsp Dijon mustard
4 tsp apple cider vinegar

1) Place black rice and water into a medium size pot. Bring to a boil and reduce to simmer over low heat for 55-60 min.
2) Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Arrange veggies over two baking sheets and drizzle a tablespoon of the olive oil over each baking sheet and season with salt and pepper (I also think chopped garlic would be good on here too. Feel free to add some). Bake for 20-30 min, rotating once. Keep an eye on the veggies as to not burn the bottoms.
3) In a small bowl whisk together remaining three tablespoons of olive oil, Dijon mustard, and apple cider vinegar.
4) Toss cooked rice, roasted veggies, and dressing together. Enjoy!



Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Nevermind. I'll Find Someone Like You.

Guess where I found myself this morning.

The quaint coffee shop just off of campus where I sat studying my freshman year of college. The same coffee shop where I started my very first blog.

I needed to be inspired, so I went there. The whole place has been remodeled, but it still has the hardwood floors I dearly loved.

This whole day held an air of memories. It's only the last day of August, but it feels like fall. The moist air, the smell of smoke, and the coffee tastes richer. Coffee always tastes more rich in the fall, doesn't it?

I can't decided if I'm okay with this. Normally, I welcome the start of fall with open arms, and I am excited for it, but this year feels different. Maybe it's because we had such a cold spring and the weather didn't get warm until late June. I just feel like there is still more summer to experience. I'm not quite ready to trade the feel of the sun kissing my bare legs for tights. And I never got around to making a peach pie or cherry tart all summer.

I still wanted to go the amusement park and take a trip to Seattle. But I wanted to do those things with him. And maybe that's why I'm mad at summer's end. When the summer ends I know it'll really feel over.

He will go on with her. I will start my class. I will pour everything I have into my work. I will search for a job and an apartment. Hopefully, buy a new puppy. I will buy tons of kitchen equipment and cook fabulous things all the time. I will finally get around to reading all those Fitzgerald novels on my shelf. I'll explore more of my hobbies, rekindle my love to sew, learn more about wine. I will meet new friends and have plenty of good times with old ones. And slowly, I will do all theses things until one morning I won't be able to feel him anymore. He will be nothing more than a sweet, but vague memory of the man I once loved with every ounce of myself.

It's astonishing how knowledge of this is so heartbreaking and comforting all at once. That I will be able to move past him. I will be able to love somebody else. Yet, loving someone else means I will never love him the same way again. It will be further strained. Broken just a little bit more than it was before.

But I suppose even broken glass is beautiful.

So, rich coffee tasting, smoky, near fall day, maybe you will give way to a beautiful mosaic.

Post title from Adele's "Someone Like You"

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Funks and Avocados

So, I pulled a disappearing act on you.
Bet you thought I was gone forever.
Psych!

I have been in a funk lately. The kind of funk where nothing is inspiring to you. I haven't felt like cooking, or writing, or photographing at all for the past few weeks. It's been a very, very bad funk.

My days have consisted of toast...which I honestly ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner one day. Though in my defense I didn't just put Earth Balance on each slice- I did a little mashed avocado and sliced tomatoes as well. Peanut butter and banana slices are pretty great too. And work. And being upset that my car window broke. And watching a lot of pointless TV. And I think I've done ten loads of laundry in the past two days.

It's time to pull out of this funk.

I forced myself to look at cooking blogs this morning, because if I'm not constantly surrounding myself with food and people who pull out my passion for it, I do stupid things. Like make a lot of toast.

Oh boy. Let me tell you how happy I was to discover this recipe for Cold Avocado Soup via Joy the Baker.

Have we discussed my love for avocados? I think we should, because it is rich. Intense. Powerful. LOVE. Basically, if it were healthy to eat a whole avocado at every meal, I totally would. I find ways to use them in everything. Tofu scrambles, smoothies, stir fry, vegan sorbets. Yes, you read that right. Sorbets.

So what I'm saying is, I think this Cold Avocado Soup might be the thing to pull me out of my funk. And if that doesn't do the trick, this Vegan Chocolate Avocado Cake might.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Tonight

"I'm going on a date tonight
To try to fall out of love with you
I know, I know this is a crime
But I don't know what else to do"

Camera Obscura "The Sweetest Thing"

Monday, July 18, 2011

My Weekend According to my iPhone







This past weekend I took a road trip with my family to the small town of Phillipsburg.
We...
ate at an old fashioned soda shop and diner.
stoked up on cady at The Sweet Palace.
and browsed countless antique shops.
(more pics to come!)

Friday, July 15, 2011

Sometimes, when I have a bad day I think to myself, "New York would fix this."

Because, somehow, no matter how big and scary the world is, New York makes me happy. Just the simple though of the city, just sitting here writing about it makes me feel like everything is ok.

It's funny isn't it? Thinking about how a place can heal you. It makes me believe that city may be magical. If only Disney had set a fairy tale there. (And I don't mean "Enchanted" - I'm talking the old animated ones.)

But I couldn't be in New York today. So, here I am at my favorite coffee house. My baristas make my usual right when I walk in the door and never charge full price. I take my soy latte and a book, tuck myself away in a corner, and escape.

If I can't be in New York, it's a pretty good second.

Monday, July 11, 2011

My Exact Thoughts

"I wanted to do something with food, I said. That was what I kept coming back to, after everything else. At the end of the day, when I was exhausted and fed up and unsure of everything, food was a certainty. It was what I thought about, what I cared about, what I wrote about, what got me out of bed in the morning. (I mean that, I get up for the sole purpose of eating breakfast. I don't know why else you would.) It was so obvious, so utterly terrifying."-Molly Wizenburg, A Homemad Life, p. 166

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Makeover Time!

Tea & Audrey will be undergoing a makeover within the next few weeks.
Please stick with me, as it may look a little messy at times.
I promise it'll be worth it in the end.
:)

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Date a Girl Who Reads

 I first found this little gem via the always lovely Meg and I couldn't resist not passing it along.
It makes me giddy.
It makes me want to cry.
Tears of happiness and sorrow.
It makes me smile and laugh.
And it even makes me feel a little bittersweet.
Simply put, it could be writen about me.

Date a Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie Urquico
 Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

 My favorite part?

"If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are."

I'm in love with that...I understand it more that I understand anything else.
I won't buy a purse if I can't fit a book in it.
And yeah, I'm that weird chick sniffing old books in public places.
My favorite part of any day, what I always do when I have down time, is grab coffee and find a corner to crack open that book in my purse.
Or my journal.
And I escape.
I escape into a world where yes, of course the characters matter.
Often times, I want to be the heroine.
Of course, I want the characters to be real.
I want to be Elizabeth Bennet. Or Ali Hamilton. Or Eowyn.
I want to experience the climax.
Don't we all?

Friday, July 1, 2011

Happy Friday

{image by Mandy Clyatt.  copyright 2010. all rights reserved}

Wishing everyone a lovely Independence Day Weekend!
Be back Tuesday.
:)



Thursday, June 30, 2011

Feeding My Soul

Ever have those moments where you realize you have been going nonstop and desperately need to recharge? I think I need those moments more than most. Perhaps it's because I'm much more introverted than extroverted. Either way, I need to recharge. I need to take time to simply feed my soul.

Don't you just love the sound of that? What a beautiful concept. Feeding your soul. Doing something that is strictly for you and you alone. Something you love, but rarely do with others because they either don't care to do it...or for that matter just don't care for it the way you do. And sometimes, you have to throw yourself into that thing and let yourself go. Alone.

Take the time to think. Relax. Fall in. Enjoy.

Sometimes it means taking a solo road trip. Be in the car alone. Alone with your thoughts. You can play the mellow stuff and get lost in its beauty. Or crank the classic rock and sing at the top of your lungs. Let the you mood and the music guide you.

Sometimes it means baking chocolate chip cookies. It's the feeling of the whisk in your hand as you blend the baking powder and soda in with the flour and salt. It's the sound of the mixer beating together the brown sugar, soy milk, and flaxseed. It's the whiff of vanilla extract mixed with the chocolate chips. The whole house filling up with the smell as they bake in the oven. That delicious taste as hot, gooey chocolate melts in your mouth. That moment where you have to believe the world isn't too scary. Nothing is too scary in a wold where cookies exist.

Sometimes it means watching movies or reading stories that give you hope. Stories you relate to or dream about. Pride & Prejudice. A Homemade Life. Elizabethtown. 500 Days of Summer. Away We Go. Sabrina. Gilmore Girls. Whatever inspires you and makes you believe you can create the life you find so beautiful in these tales.

Sometimes it means reading through cookbooks. Grabbing a big mug of earl grey and a pack of post-its. Flipping through page after page, marking which recipes you can't wait to try. I could honestly do this for hours. In fact, I often do.

Sometimes it means grabbing a tripple soy latte, throwing some Norah Jones on your iPod, and journaling away. This alone recharges me more than anything else. Just getting lost in my thoughts. Dreaming. Scheaming.

Sometimes it means looking up my favorite Manhattan photographers, looking through their work just to have a good cry over how much I miss that city. This may not sound much like feeding my soul, but believe me it does. Because if I didn't take time to miss the city, I would forget about it. And if I forgot about it, I would forget about my dreams. If I forgot about my dreams, I would lose myself.

Feeding your soul can mean anything. Just don't forget to do it. Don't get so bogged down with social activities and work that you don't take time to just be. Take a road trip, bake cookies, journal, photograph, dance, do some yoga. Hell, go skydiving. Do whatever reminds you you're alive. Feed you soul.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Forget Me Not, My Dear, My Darlin'


This past weekend was beyond exciting for me. I made a trip over to Spokane to see The Civil Wars perform at The A Club.

One half of The Civil Wars, Joy Williams, had a solo career long before the duo existed. As a result of following her career, I have been a Civil Wars fan since they first released a demo version of "Dance Me to the End of Love" over two years ago. I bought their first EP and waited with great anticipation for their first full length album to be released.

Seeing a tour date so close to home astonished me and I absolutely had to buy a ticket! As excited as I was for the show, they completely blew me away. I have never seen two people so perfectly linked in musical collaboration as Joy Williams and John Paul White. If they're coming near you, do yourself a favor and buy a ticket to the show!


Opening act Rayland Baxter was incredible! He was insanely sweet and signed a copy of his EP for me :)




The Civil Wars were kind enough to hang out around the venue after the show and take pictures with us adoring fans!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Snapshots From My Kitchen

Here's a look at what's been going on with The Skinny Bitch Project lately- delicious, yes?

Tomato and Tofu Stew
 Kale with Peanut Butter Dressing
Minty Cantaloupe Surprise

Friday, June 17, 2011

Someday

Someday I will have a home with interior brick walls.

Someday I will have hardwood floors.

And beat up wood tables.

And tea cups. I've decided I'd like a tea cup collection. Old. chipped. stained. beautiful.

Someday I will have a chalkboard wall.

And in this room in my head I will have big, overstuffed chairs.

Chairs to curl up in and read.

Read the classics. Jane Austen. Dickens. Henry James.

Someday.



Monday, June 13, 2011

"It is greater than the stars- that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing theron."
-Kate Chopin

Friday, June 3, 2011

Day Dreaming of...

Brick walls and hardwood floors.

Big windows.

Tea stained mugs.

Music.
Soft acoustic guitar chords.

Soft blankets.

Warm cookies straight out of the oven.

Sweet girly dresses.

The smell of clean cotton.

Vases holding a single flower.

Simplicity.



Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Homesick

New York, New York, how I miss you.

I miss your yellow taxis. Horns honking.

I miss your subway tracks. The sways, the rumbles, the variety of people coming and going.

I miss the park. Its fall leaves, its paths. The running track by the pond. The bridges.

I miss the businessmen scurrying around the Financial District, strapped to their cell phones and brief cases.

I miss the lights, the feel, the energy.

I miss the sky scrapers and how it feels to be up high. To look out over the city and think, this is home.

I miss 5th Avenue. Feeling like Miss Golightly as I stroll past Tiffany's. Breathing in the fashion. Burgdorf's. H&M. Saks.

I miss the Village. The way the sun looks when it sets behind those buildings. The little shops. The cappuccino and pancakes in the cafe who's name is lost on me.

I miss places I've never even been and things I have yet to see. SoHo. Babycakes NYC. Even though it's now closed, CBGB's. The vegan joints I read about in my dining guides. Tribecca.

I miss the Met and corner cafe I ate at with my best friend the day we went. That feeling for two seconds where I almost belonged on the Upper East Side.

I miss the Brooklyn Bridge. It is beautiful. It needs no more embellishment beyond that.

I miss the sensation of coming up from the subway tunnels. Finding yourself someplace else- some other magical part of the city.

I miss the smell. Honestly, you have to be in love to miss the smell.

I miss the sense of invincibility the city gives you. Any dream can come true in New York.

I miss being there. I miss feeling as though my heart were full. That is the city's gift to me. Love. A pure, full, passionate love. A love that has yet to be matched.

New York, I love you

(Yeah for my 100th post on Tea & Audrey!)

Monday, May 30, 2011

Heartaches

Give me long enough and I'll talk myself out of everything I consider.
All I want is Manhattan.
If that's all I ever have in this life, I will be happy.
Well, that and a Kitchen Aid.
So, even though I want him.
Even though I want Seattle.
Even though I want a job in Denver.
Even though I want to stay here.
I can't.
My heart breaks for Manhattan.
Manhattan and a Kitchen Aid.
A shiny, red Kitchen Aid.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Adventures in Cupcake Making


If I thought I was mad at Kim for the hell she put me through making wonton wrappers, it was nothing compared to the deep desire I had to pull my hair out over baking chocolate cupcakes.

I began my yesterday afternoon in a great mood. Church was lovely, lunch was lovely, grocery shopping was lovely, and I hoped to have a cupcake in the midst of all this lovliness. I gathered up all my ingredients, pulled out the electric mixer, and began the baking process. Things began very smoothly. Even though I could never claim to be anything close to professional, baking is my thing. I've had the gist of it down by now since my mother stuck a spatula in my hand at the age of four. I think this love for baking stemmed more from my enjoyment of licking the beaters rather than the actual baking process, but that's beside the point. I know baking- and I know that the ratio of dry to wet ingredients is drastically off in Kim's recipe.

I had sifted the flour, cocoa powder, and other dry ingredients together. The almond milk had been set to curdle with the apple cider vinegar. I creamed the Earth Balance with the sugar. And then it all went horribly wrong. The dry ingredients were added along with the almond milk/apple cider vinegar mix and it rapidly became clear that there was not enough moisture to turn this into a batter. At first, I didn't panic. I still had 1/2 cup of orange juice to add with the hopes that it would cure my problem. Well, it didn't. I added more milk and it kind of improved things...ok, no it didn't. It just kept looking like a mess of stiff chocolate dough- not a smooth cake batter.
After some time of hoping an praying I could mix it out of disaster dough land and into happy cake batter land, I decided to just give it a go and throw the damn things in the over and see what would come out. What came out was just plain awful. The cupcakes looked so dry, which clearly makes sense since the dough (I never did get it into a batter) was so dry.

The cupcakes got set out on the counter to cool, I made myself a tempeh bacon BLT, and met up with my girlfriends to see Something Barrowed (which was adorable, by the way). I didn't try the cupcakes when I came home. I thought to myself that they couldn't be that bad. So, I whipped up the peanut butter frosting, which turned out splendidly. At least I managed to make something right. I frosted the cupcakes and took a bite.

YUCK.

The cupcakes were absolutely horrible. I honestly didn't know one could screw cupcakes up that badly. Lesson learned. I officially gave up for the night and got some shut eye. Upon waking up this morning, I sent a text to my friend who happens to be a baker (I slightly hate him for getting paid to do what I love most) and asked him if we could go over the recipe and figure out where I went wrong. I read the ingredients to him over the phone and asked him if it was at all weird for a cake batter recipe to have such a small amount of wet ingredients. He informed me that it was and we made plans to get together and figure this thing out.

This afternoon, I hauled the ingredients over to his apartment, slapped on an apron, and began showing him what I had done. He had the genius idea of putting a pan of water in the oven while it preheated so it would hold moisture. When we got to the "disaster zone" part of the recipe where we mixed the dry and wet ingredients into the Earth Balance and suger mixture, he instantly saw the very obvious problem that there was simple not enough wet ingredients to make a real batter. We added two more cups of almond milk and that seemed to do the trick. The dough turned into a beautiful cake batter and eventually into beautiful little cupcakes :)

We did decide that we could get away with reducing the additional almond milk by 1/4 cup and doubling the baking soda and powder, since the cupcakes didn't rise as much as they should have. So, when I get around to trying this I will let y'all know how it goes.

(Sorry, I didn't get a picture of them with the peanut butter frosting. Oops.)

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Butternut Squash Ravioli with Sage Sauce

Saturday, I made Butternut Squash Ravioli with Sage Sauce. Delicious, yes? Oh, yes.
This combination of butternut squash, vegan parmesan, panko breadcrums, and Earth Balance is stuffed into a lovely little wonton wrapper, quickly boiled, and tossed with the sage sauce. Sounds simple right? Well, it is.
But would you like to know what is not simple? Making wonton wrappers.

I began making the wrappers around noonish with the idea that I would be able to eat the ravioli for lunch before two. Oh, what nice little thought that was! I was still working on the wonton wrappers by the time two o' clock rolled around. Hunger pangs broke me down and I made a snack out of strawberry slices and some almond butter on toast. Now, it wasn't the making of the dough that gave me trouble. That bit was simple enough- mix flour, salt, and warm water together and knead until smooth. However, after letting the dought sit under a clean towl for 20 min., the task of rolling the dough out and forming the wrappers began. And it was hell.

Ok, maybe it wasn't that bad, but it took much longer than anticipated. I had absolutely no idea the man power it was going to take to roll that dough down to one sixteenth of an inch. I rolled. And rolled. And rolled. And rolled some more. Fianlly, after a good hour plus I got 17 wonton wrappers out of the dough (I was supposed to have 24, but not all my wrappers were a uniform 3" x 3" square, nor were they perfectly one sixteenth of an inch). And earlier I had seriously been worried about not making time to work out. Let me save you money on the gym- make wonton wrappers everyday. Your arms will get all the work out they need.

When it came to making the butternut squash filling, it was a snap. Although, this recipe made me officially hate my blender and I am  now purchasing a food processer ASAP. While my blender rocks at whipping out a great smoothie, it's awful with sauces and oh say, blending squash and Earth Balance. Normally, I can deal with having to poke the contents of the blender continuely with a spatula until reaching the desired texture, but my patience was running a little thin at this point after how long it took to make the wonton wrappers.
Blender issues aside, after assembling the contents of the ravioli, they boiled nicely while I worked on the sage sauce. Now, the sage sauce isn't so much a "sauce" as it is, a bunch of sage breify sauteed in a ton of Earth Balance. I felt like that was a nice little homage to miss Julia Child and her love of butter, since I modeled The Skinny Bitch Project after The Julie/Julia Project.

The ravioli turned out to be much better than I expected for my first time making them. Actually, they turned out pretty damn well if I do say so myself. The sage is a perfect complimentary flavor for the squash. The texture of everything was smooth and creamy...delectable!


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Basic Smoothie-On-the-Go


With its light texture and perfect ratio of tartness to sweetness, this could be the drink of my summer. I can picture it now- sitting on the deck, flipping through Lucky and other summer reading, sipping this delectable smoothie.
Gosh, I'm such a girl.
:)


The Basic Smoothie-On-the-Go is a simple blend of orange juice, frozen strawberries, vanilla soy yogurt, one banana, a touch of vanilla extract, and acai powder. I choose to leave the acai powder out simply because it is way out of my price range (though, I do love acai!).
Can't wait to sip this out under the sunshine!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

A Collection of Thoughts

I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. About love. About life.
About the future and all that other big stuff.

It's all connected and it's all a little crazy how everything, every little thing affects everything else. Think that scene in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button when Benjamin walks us through how all the little timely actions of others shaped different situations that were otherwise seemingly unrelated. He shows us how all if any one of those tiny things had been different by a matter of minutes, or even seconds, Daisy's accident wouldn't have happened.
One. little. thing.

There is something slightly terrifying yet exciting about that. I hate that one little thing could cause me to miss out on something, but missing that something means I'm experiencing something else I wouldn't be if I were experiencing the former. If that makes sense.

With college graduation season going on, I find myself answering my least favorite question a lot: Do you regret leaving college?
Just so we can all be on the same page once and for all, the answer is no.
If I hadn't left college I would never had ended up studying photography. My best friend said a few months back this true statement- I don't think we knew how much [photography school] would change our lives.
She's soooooo right. Last June when I began this blog, I had no idea that I was embarking on a summer that would break me in every way possible. I had no idea that I would fall in love with the studio. I had no idea that I would cry on a street corner, because I didn't feel my work was good enough. I had no idea that people who I spent the summer in class with would change me in ways they don't even know. 
It was a summer of ups and downs. Of laughter and sadness. Of growth and growing pains.

For a while now, I've been thinking I must look like a total failure. It's been close to a year since I began the program and have yet to hold a job in photography- not for lack of trying. However, I've come to a great epiphany today- I owe no one an explanation. The only person I owe anything to is myself. I know that I have been trying my best and that is truly all that matters. So what if I'm still waiting tables? So friggin' what? Judge away if you please over the fact that I chose not to be a college graduate and study art instead. That was my choice.

"You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.

You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth.
But that’s all." -Sugar, discovered via the always lovely Meg

My whole entire life is still ahead of me and one little thing can change everything for me. So, I'm trusting that God has a reason it's taken me this long to get a job. I believe that one little thing can set my path, whether I'm aware of it or not. May it be love. May it be a job in Manhattan. (Oh, please let it be in Manhattan.) May it be a job somewhere completely different. May it be a vacation. Or a concert. Or simply lunch in the park.
One little thing can change everything.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

An Open Letter to Single Men Everywhere

Dear Men,

No, I do not want to "hang out" with you.

I want you to ask me out on a date. An actual date.

I want to put on a dress and have a reason to curl my hair. I want you to actually pick me up and take me somewhere nice. I want you to have a plan, even if it is simply the traditional dinner and a movie set up. I would like for you to open the door for me. Pull out my chair for me. And hey, it would also earn you a few bonus points if you're dressed a little nicer than normal.

Hell, make me believe I can be Jo to your Mr. Avery for a night.

Please offer to pay and walk me to the door at the end of the night. Don't expect a kiss on the very first date. When I really like you, I move slowly.

Because here's the thing, I can "hang out" at home. If I felt like watching a bad movie in awkward silence while wondering if you're going to make the brave move to reach for my hand, I would. But I don't. After all, we're not fifteen anymore gentlemen.

So please, pretty please, don't ask me to hang out. After we're in a relationship, I'm all for it. But for now, man up.

Love,

The girl who is baffled by the lack of dating skills in our generation

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Today

Today has just been one of those days.

One of those days where nothing seems to go right.

Where you realize you accidentally made plans to work on the same night as your best friend's birthday dinner.

Where you are really discouraged that none of the jobs you've been applying for have worked out.

Where you are really confused about someone you think you might have a crush on.
But you're not sure.
And you know you're getting way too ahead of yourself.

Where you are torn between crying and telling yourself to be a big girl and suck it up.

Where you almost buy a one way ticket out of this town.

Where you need nothing more than a good dose of Will & Grace DVDs, but you have no time to relax.

Where, just to cap off your already bad day, someone comes dangerously close to spilling a latte on your laptop.

And then you realize...in a few hours, tomorrow will be here.
And it'll all be okay.



Monday, April 25, 2011

Baby Blossoms


Sings of Spring? Yes, please!

I hope everyone had a lovely Easter yesterday. Mine was filled with sunshine, veggie risotto, herbed garlic bread, Easter egg hunts, and sitting on a porch with fresh brewed iced tea, listening to old family stories. And of course celebrating that He is risen.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Wake- Up Smoothie


Before the 28-Day Challenge, I was never a big smoothie person. To me, they were more of summer treat- something you made when you were tired of iced green tea and needed something cold while sitting on the deck with a magazine or book.

But now, I cannot imagine life before smoothies. I have at least one a day, because when you can turn a simple drink into something so delicious and healthy, why wouldn't you?! I really should've been blogging about this amazing smoothie long before now. I've been making it for almost two months now. It is truly the perfect start to a good day (which yes, sounds like an ad where I'm trying to convince moms across America that this is what your kid needs in order to stay happy and healthy all day long. But it's true.)

Who knew a little orange juice, vanilla soy yogurt, frozen blueberries, a banana, and flax seed could be soooooo good? Kim did, of course. I completely axed the wheat germ from this recipe. Let's be honest, no matter how healthy it is, it's gross. (Yes, it's true- even us insane health buffs have things on our "I don't care how good it is for you, I won't eat it" list.) I was seventeen last time I had wheat germ though, so maybe I should give it another shot....

Anyway, wheat germ thoughts aside, this smoothie is amazing. Whenever I wake up and realize I forgot to make my green smoothie the night before, I make this instead. And you should too.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Struggle.

I struggle sometimes with what to write on here.

I struggle with how honest I should be. Cuz I worry. I worry I might offend whoever is reading this thing. I worry, cuz I don't know who may find it (an ex, a long lost friend, my family and so on) and what they'll think of it...and think of me for writing what I write.

I struggle with how much I should share. How real I should be.

But I suppose you should know...

I'm probably the only girl you'll ever know to wear a motocycle jackets and pumps in the same outfit.
Outside of Brooklyn anyway.

Absolutely nothing makes me happier than sipping coffee and reading a good book.

I dream of a day where I no longer wear a uniform to work, but a dress and blazer.

A lot of people think I have a mouth like a Hallmark card. But I don't. I have a mouth like a sailor.
(Thank you, Miranda Lambert.)

Before I am a photographer, I am a writer. And to be honest, I want a job in writing more than anything.

Cooking is the only thing that truly calms me down.

I cry. A lot. Like over semi-sentimental commercials.

I'm not perfect, but this is me.
Take it or leave it.

Banana and Cinnamon Muffins

Oh, muffins.
Of all the wonderful baked goods in existence, muffins hold a very special place in my heart. Growing up, my mother would always buy those big variety packages of muffins from Costco and freeze them. We always froze them with the intention of saving them and always having a quick breakfast. Though, quite honestly it often turned into us grabbing them out of the freezer day after day. We never had a reason to freeze them in the first place.
Most of my memories of muffins may have come from a commercial bakery, but absolutely nothing beats homemade muffins- especially when those muffins are vegan!
The simplicity of this recipe was the best part. Kim makes it easy by giving us a very traditional recipe. The only way this recipe differs from a "normal" muffin recipe is by using soy yogurt in place of eggs and almond milk in place of dairy milk. And that nutty brown sugar topping? It makes this muffin! After all, isn't the best pat of a muffin the top?

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Blame Ice Cream Makers and Food Processors

{Photograph by Jennifer Causey, via Simply Breakfast}

Ok, so I'll admit it. I've been a bad blogger.
I haven't posted anything new in for.ev.er.
Please forgive me. I don't suppose that I have any real excuse other than loss of momentum. The Skinny Bitch project isn't something that I've given up on. However, if I'm honest, I'm at a breaking point.
It all started when I wanted to make a soup that required a Vita Mix. Now, I don't own a Vita Mix, nor do I have the $500 it costs to buy one. Soon after, I discovered that I also don't have an ice cream maker vital to another recipe. Oh, and I don't have a food processor. I know what you're thinking, What kind of vegan doesn't own a food processor?! (For those of you who don't know, food processors are necessary for an untold amount of vegan recipes. The same is probably true of non-vegan recipes as well, but I never once had a need for one until turning veg.)
Anywho, I hit a rut. A big How in the world am I going to afford all of this? and What the heck did I get myself into? rut. So, it was back to me making up recipes on the fly with whatever happened to be in my fridge. Which, If I'm being honest, usually means covering everything in avocado. It's a wonder I'm not 100 lbs heavier from all the fatty avocados I eat, but that's another story...

Something happened two days ago. Something wonderful.
Erin McKenna, owner of BabyCakes NYC, came out with her second cookbook, BabyCakes Covers the Classics! This is wonderful because, BabyCakes was the reason I was able to go vegan. As much as I love cooking, a love baking a million times more. And fresh baked muffins are just about the greatest thing in the world, are they not?. Erin helped me go vegan by showing me how to bake without dairy or eggs. Her first cookbook is what sent me to the bookstore where I happened upon the veg cookbook section for the first time!
Now, whenever I get a new cookbook, I devour it. I sit down and read all of the introductory information right down the types of equipment needed and brands recommended. (Yes, I am a full blown kitchen dork.) Once I'm done obsessing over my new cookbook, I start pulling out every other cookbook I own, marking every recipe I wan to try with bright pink Post-Its. This is exactly what happened to me after purchasing BabyCakes Covers the Classics.

So here I am again with a new fire lit.
Watch out bitches.
It's about to get real skinny up on Tea & Audrey.

Posts on FOUR new recipes coming next week!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Is It Just Me?


Or does everything taste better out of a mason jar?

Friday, March 4, 2011

Finally...

...I made time to tell you about the yumminess that's been going down in my kitchen lately!

Kim's recipe for Coconut- and Almond- Crusted Tofu with Spicy Mango Chutney was to die for.
It took all the restraint I had to not eat the entire pound of tofu! And the chutney- oh the chutney! The recipe made more than I used, which allowed me to put the chutney on toast for breakfast over the next few days.

Tip: When measuring out the almond meal, cocunut milk, panko breadcrums, and flour for the tufu cut Kim's measurements in half. I found that I had so much left over that I had to dump much of it out. I was not a fan of wasting that much food.

Peanut Pasta Salad with Fried Tempeh Bits was on the menu for my Super Bowl Sunday at the begining of February. The recipe had me blanching veggies for the first time in my life. I have no idea how I got away with not learning how to blanch a vegetable before, but I'm soooooo glad I have now. It may be my favorite way to cook/eat them! I loved how crunchy the veggies were, while still tasting cooked.
The peanut dressing was simple to make and can easily be whipped up for another salad or dressing for stir fry.

Is there anything that cures winter blues like a big bowl of soup? Nope. Especially if that soup is Curried Sweet Potato and Parsnip Soup! This soup was simply delicious. I have no other way to describe it. It was just one my favorite spices paired with great winter veggies- simplicity at it's finest. This soup will easily become a staple in my fall and winter must-haves.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Coming Shortly...

More recipes from The Skinny Bitch Project!

Peanut Pasta Salad with Fried Tempeh Bits
Coconut and Almond Crusted Tofu
Spicy Mango Chutney
AND
Curried Sweet Potato and Parsnip Soup

Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentine's Day


Happy Valentine's Day!

I've always believed that Valentine's Day is a day that you can enjoy at any age, single or taken. Honestly, I've never had a valentine on Valentine's Day. I've never been one of those girls who hates the holiday for lack of romance. I think it's better actually! There's so much hype over the holiday that I feel most couples are let down when the day doesn't meet their expectations. I however, have no expectations. Of course, I realize saying I "have no expectations" prompts people to say, "Oh, how sad for you to not have something to look forward to!" They'd be wrong though, because I actually have a lot of fun things to do today despite being single.

And if you're looking for some fun things to do today too here's a preview of my day:
And homemade peanut butter chocolate balls
Photographing anything reminding me of love