Posts Tagged ‘vegan’

the end of an era (or weekend)

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

My brother only comes to town once a year (or so), so we have to make it a big deal when he does.

On Saturday night, my dad busted out his mad kitchen skills and put together a vegan meal worth of a king.

Any desire I have to cook is to the credit (or fault, I guess) of this man.

Yes, I did make him pose like he was chopping an onion. I missed the actual onion chopping and I felt it was necessary for the story.

My mom and brother and I snacked on watermelon and cantaloupe while my dad slaved away. The wine was Cline Pinot Noir (2009). In the summer, I mostly avoid red wine, but my mom really likes it. Pinot is a good compromise, and this was particularly delicious and especially suited for the sweet fruit we ate before dinner.

The results of his hard work? Not as pretty as they were tasty, I can assure you. The gorgeous thing above is a bean ball sandwich. The recipe came from Veganomicon, which I bought for Sam a few years ago after hearing great thing about it. I don’t have the recipe, because I don’t have the book – it’s a combination of kidney beans, nutritional yeast (I think), and all of the other things you would expect to find in meatballs, minus milk and eggs and cheese. The bean balls, despite having an unfortunate name, are ridiculously good.

The sauce is my dad’s secret recipe and is not available for sharing unless I’m willing to take my life in my hands. The bread is an Udi’s baguette – flour, salt, yeast, and water. Naturally vegan, y’all.

Clearly I hated everything about the meal.

On Sunday my little brother had a criterium (a specific kind of bike race, whose details aren’t important – mostly because I don’t understand them).

How good a friend is Star, coming out with us to cheer on my brother?

My mom and I staked out quite the excellent viewing location for the start.

And they’re off!

The best part of a crit is that it’s usually through a town or city. The blue and yellow house is actually a Denver restaurant called Cuba Cuba. I tried to convince my co-watchers to stop for a mojito, but they insisted that we actually focus on the race.

Happily, afterwards everyone came back to my house and a few of my brother’s high school friends came by. We had margaritas. And watched Birdemic (again). And had more margaritas.

And then I got three hours of sleep and then got in a car then on a bus then in a big airplane then in a little airplane, and then vacation started and my brother-in-town weekend ended.


heeerrre’s lil bro!

Friday, August 5th, 2011

My little brother is in town.

I didn’t make him sit on the floor – he did that all on his own.

I mean, I could have. I am the big sister. But I didn’t.

He’s staying with my mom, and I took a couple of hours off from schoolwork yesterday to hang out with them and my dad.

My little brother is a vegan and he wanted more to eat than french fries and dressingless salad, so we went to Chipotle. Did you know that they’re vegan friendly? Yeah, me neither. Good on ya, Chipotle.

Then, so that he’d have food to eat at my mom’s house (her fridge, like mine, is mostly full of yogurt and cottage cheese), we stopped by Whole Foods.

We did not buy this. We mostly pointed and laughed. It has prickly pear extract, which is all of sudden supposed to be good for hangovers, which led us to believe that ‘urban’ is code for ‘you drink too much’.

We also made a run to the liquor store.

Shockingly, we did not buy Stinky Gringo margaritas.

I mean, seriously?

After I worked for a few more hours, the whole clan came over to lounge in my backyard. Cloey and Maida were thrilled – apparently I’m just not exciting enough for them anymore.

We had all kinds of tasty beverages. I made Dad try Racer 5 IPA, because yum.

I made myself a peach margarita – 1.5 ounces silver tequila, 4 ounces Freshies margarita mix (fresh juices and real sugar – it’s the best alternative to mixing your own), and half a frozen peach, blended up tasty like and topped with sparkling water. My theory here was that by adding fruit and extra water, I was making it healthier, and could therefore drink more.

Today that seems like a less reasonable conclusion.

I made the brother a non-blended, non-peach, non-sparkling version.

Doesn’t he look like he thinks it’s poison?

We threw some salmon burgers (pre-made from Costco) and some frozen vegan burgers on the grill, and had ourselves a nice little dinner. My mom took a picture of me being a mayonaise unicorn. These are the kind of shenanigans you’re missing out if you’re not friends with me on facebook.

Isn’t family just the best?

P.S. Dear Crockett – we missed you!