During my vegan challenge, I realized that if I ordered my favorite chicken vindaloo, the vegan police would throw me straight into herbivore jail. Not willing to pay the bail—1,000 pounds of tofu and tempeh—I flipped the page of the Indian restaurant’s menu to search for a different option.
The dish called “Aloo Gobi” caught my eye. I remembered sitting in a movie theater watching Jess, the main character in “Bend It Like Beckham,” trying to learn the recipe from her mum. Since I had been laughing too much at her juggling vegetables, I completely forgot what went in it! But with a name that fun to pronounce, the dish just had to be exotic. Read more →
This bipolar weather confuses me, my neighbors, their dog, the grocery store cashier, and everyone else avoiding our city streets. Just a week ago as I walked downtown, a little trickle of sweat snaked its way down the back of my neck as the sun pushed the thermometer over 90°. Now I still have a trickle on my neck, but it’s from the rainclouds mocking me since I forgot my umbrella at home. Joy.
When the storms roll in, I immediately dive into my oldest, comfiest, rattiest pair of sweats, curl up in a blankie, and read novels all day long. Well, not really. I wish I had enough time for that. But I do crave warm food. Read more →
A few hours before I began cooking, I made an emergency switch-a-roo. The sweet dessert I originally planned to make for “V” clashed beautifully with the batch of chocolate cupcakes I baked the night before. Because a sugar high didn’t fit too well into my weekend plans, I opted for Plan B—or should I say Plan V?—vindaloo. Read more →