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July 29, 2007

Vegan Cornbread

Vegan Cornbread

A meal of veggie chili is not complete without a nice wedge of cornbread to go with it. Or at least that's the way I see it. I like my cornbread on the savory side, with just a hint of sweetness brought out by the whole corn kernels I bake into the bread.

This is a great, basic cornbread recipe I adapted from the Post Punk Kitchen. If you can't find cornmeal, use polenta. It's delicious as is, but can easily be modified. Here are a few ideas:

  • Add more maple syrup for a sweeter bread
  • Take away the maple syrup and add salt for a more savory loaf
  • Add a chopped jalapeno or some chipotle peppers
  • Instead of (or in addition to) corn kernels, try another vegetable like finely diced green pepper, or some sauteed onion

Vegan Cornbread

2 cups cornmeal
1 cup unbleached all-purpose flour
2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt

2 cups soymilk
2 teaspoons apple cider vinegar
3 tbsp canola oil
3 tbsp applesauce
2 tablespoons maple syrup
1/2 cup frozen sweet corn

1. Preheat oven to 350 F / 180 C.

2. Oil a 9x13 baking pan or a nonstick oven-safe skillet.

3. In a medium bowl, wisk together the soymilk and the vinegar and set aside.

4. In a large bowl, sift together the dry ingredients (cornmeal, flour, baking powder and salt).

5. In another large bowl, whisk together the soymilk and vinegar. Add the oil, applesauce and maple syrup. Wisk again until it is foamy and bubbly, about 2 minutes.

6. Pour the wet ingredient into the dry and mix together using a large wooden spoon or a firm spatula.

7. Pour batter into the prepared baking pan and bake 25 minutes, until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.

8. Slice into wedges and serve warm or store in an airtight container. You can also freeze the leftovers along with the rest of that massive batch of chili you just made.

Makes 8 servings, each containing 255 Calories, 7g Total Fat, 7g Protein, 43g Carbohydrate

July 25, 2007

I'm glad I wear a bicycle helmet

"Fuck!"

This is apparently my gut reaction to falling off my bicycle.

So I was cycling home from work today, going fast 'cause the wind was at my back and there was no traffic, when a dude steps out in front of me. I don't really remember what happened between me hitting the dude, and me hitting the ground, but I certainly remember standing up and shouting

"Fuck!"

I then sensed a slight ache in my head and started to cry.

So there I was, standing outside of an African hairdresser's on Kingsland Road, crying to the person I just slammed into, who was probably worse off than I was.

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It's not that I was in much pain. As I said to the dude, "You really scared me!" Just the other day Tim and I were questioning the merits of the bicycle helmet. I know if I wasn't wearing mine today, my head would be a whole lot worse. It's a scary thought.

The guy and his friends were nice and took me into the hairdresser's and sat me down and offered me water and an ambulance. I really just wanted to go home so I left and got back on my bike, then quickly got off to replace the chain. Home again, and all that's sore is my ass, which took a harder thump than my head (Giro doesn't make a butt helmet).

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July 23, 2007

Revisiting the 1988 Hairspray

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The 1988 film starred, from left: Colleen Fitzpatrick, Debbie Harry, Divine and Ricki Lake.
(New Line Cinema/Getty Images)

You don't need to see the remake of Hairspray to confirm that John Travolta won't do justice to Divine, the real drag queen who played Edna Turnblat in the original nonmusical about hair-dos, hair-don'ts, racial integration, and an American Bandstand-style dance contest in 1963.

The Time Out agrees:

There is, however, something awkward and faintly disturbing about watching his Edna Turnblad dance and duet with Christopher Walken’s Mr Turnblad dressed in toreador kitsch. Divine it ain’t. In fact, so peculiarly mannered is Edna’s transformation from chipmunky homebody to liberated blob that it’s quite impossible to forget you’re watching John Travolta in latex and, therefore, to suspend disbelief.

I won't see the remake, but I will enjoy the nostalgia; I loved the original John Waters flick (in my pre-pubescent youth, Hairspray and Cry Baby were in constant rotation in the VCR).

NPR has re-aired an interview with John Waters from 1988, the year the film was released. In his discussion with Terry Gross, it's easy to see that no one could ever top the cooky brilliance of Waters' Hairspray, no matter how many Christopher Walkens they cast.

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July 19, 2007

The beer-bellied cyclist explained

This appropriately-timed article in the NYTimes explains how those beer-bellies managed the 59-mile London to Southend cycling trip.

Cycling is a lot more forgiving of body type and age than running. The best cyclists going up hills are those with the best weight-to-strength ratio, which generally means being thin and strong. But heavier cyclists go faster downhill. And being light does not help much on flat roads.

James Hagberg, a kinesiology professor at the University of Maryland, explains that the difference between running on a flat road and cycling on a flat road has to do with the movement of the athlete’s center of gravity.

“In running, when you see someone who is obviously overweight, they will be in trouble,” Dr. Hagberg said. “The more you weigh, the more the center of gravity moves and the more energy it costs. But in cycling, there are different aerodynamics — your center of gravity is not moving up and down.”



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July 18, 2007

Best Birthday Card EVER


Best Birthday Card EVER
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July 17, 2007

A few things I learned on my cycle to Southend

So this is Southend?

Tim and I cycled 59 miles yesterday as part of the British Heart Foundation's charity ride from London to Southend. We left Victoria Park at 08:00, made it to Southend by 14:30. We were on a train back to London by 15:30pm and by 17:45, we were at the Londsborough (our local pub), celebrating with cold beer.

Here are a few things I learned along the way:

  • Contrary to my prior belief, the weather does not improve when one leaves London
  • A bicycle ride through the suburbs of London isn't so bad when the route is signed and lined with an eternity of other cyclists to follow
  • Anyone with legs and a bike can cycle 59 miles, even people with really heavy mountain bikes, big beer bellies, or painfully squeeky gears
  • A beer belly won't stop an Englishman from brandishing flashy, skintight cycle gear
  • Tandem bicycles are absurd
  • Sunscreen should be worn at all times, even in cloudy England
  • A flat tire always occurs at the most inopportune time, such as after the journey, back in London, on the bike ride home from the train station
  • My bicycle seat (a Selle Italia XO Genuine Gel Saddle) rocks - 59 miles and no bum-pain. This may have more to do with my rock-hard ass than my bike seat
  • 1 pack of pumpernickle bread, 1 handful of walnuts, 1 handful of almonds, 1 block of cheese, 2 apples, 2 bananas, 2 slabs of leftover tofu steak, 1 tomato, and 2 Whole Earth raw food bars are almost sufficient for 2 people's journey, but it doesn't quite cover the insatiable craving for salt on the train ride home
  • Really long bike rides make fully-leaded Coca-Cola tie with extra-cold lager for most thirst-quenching beverage EVER (lager wins, I think)
  • Southend is a dive
  • Leaving London is good for the soul, and I should do it more often, but not to Southend

Oddly, neither Tim nor I are muscularly sore today. I think this has something to do with my pre- and post-ride stretch, 8 solid hours of very sound sleep, ample food for the journey, proper hydration, and post-ride carbo-loading with beer, wine and a generous pile of delicious pasta. Either that, or my rock-hard ass.

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I Hearts my bicycle

July 13, 2007

John Mackey: interweb forum troll

From today's Guardian:

On the cynical forums of Yahoo's finance website, a user called "rahodeb" stood out. Fiercely argumentative and passionately partisan, the shadowy tipster stuck rigidly to one topic - the strengths of the supermarket chain Whole Foods.

Whole Foods, according to hundreds of "rahodeb" posts between 1999 and 2006, was easily the US's top organic retailer. Its rival, Wild Oats, was overvalued, "floundering around" and lacking in any coherent strategy.

In a disclosure that has prompted stiff questions about corporate ethics, the Federal Trade Commission this week unmasked the person behind the pseudonym as John Mackey - who co-founded Whole Foods in 1980 and built it into a $5bn Fortune 500 company.

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Happy anniversary to me

It was one year ago today that I arrived in London for my second dose of life with the Brits. So far, London lives up to its promises: the people I love are here, the place I live in is nice and in an ace part of town, The Northgate still dishes up amazing food, Mem & Laz still offers the unbeatable "lunch opportunity", I have a job I don't mind in the City I love, and the sky is still perpetually gray. Compared to my last stay here, I'm enjoying the city much more. This I attribute to my bicycle. I love being a cycle commuter.

London is also full of unexpected challenges. I can't say I've always handled them in stride, but I'm getting there. I hope year two brings more new things, both in and outside of London. I would also like to find a new job, or better yet, independent wealth. But what I really hope is for this year to bring some sunshine; this cold, gray winter-coat summer is kind of lame.

July 11, 2007

It's perfect... because it's true

foundmyheartgirlstee.jpg NOLA's Metro Three, creator of my beloved Red Beans Hearts Rice tee, has a new shirt out. It's pretty rare these days that I want to add to my wardrobe, but this one gives me the warm fuzzies.

Sometimes I think I left my heart in New Orleans. What would that t-shirt look like?

July 05, 2007

What it's like in London

One of the reasons I wake up at 6a.m. is for the sense of solitude the early morning affords. This morning, however, has not been so peaceful.

There was the cyclist who rode my ass all the way to the pool. Why don't you just pass me? There isn't any traffic. If I go faster will you give me some room? No? So why don't you just pass me? I don't understand you.

Then there was the hairy man at the pool who didn't read the sign on the slow-lane that read "swim counter clockwise". The sign even has arrows to make it really obvious what "counter clockwise" means. But as we approached one another head-on, I was the one who caved in our game of swim lane chicken. Then everyone else started swimming counter clockwise, too, and I spent my whole swim wondering when everyone would start going the right direction again. They never did. Am I crazy for finding this so unsettling?

When I left the pool, someone affixed their helmet to my bicycle. Thanks, but I've already got a helmet. It even matches my bike. So what do I do with this thing? Leave it on the ground, I guess.

I could bitch about the jack-ass drivers who wouldn't share the narrow lanes of Shoreditch with me and my bike. Or the constant supply of crazies who make animal noises outside the bedroom window at 3a.m. every morning. Or the drunkard passed out in the middle of the sidewalk. But this is nothing new to London, a city of 7.7 million people perpetually encroaching on each other's personal space.

Good news, though: the people may be pervasive, but their cigarette smoke won't be. London has banned smoking in all workplaces, restaurants, and pubs!

July 03, 2007

Damn Good Tabbouleh

This tabbouleh is so good that I've not only made it twice in the past three days, but I've been too busy eating it to take any pictures.

This is truly a parsley fest and an extra special treat with super-sweet cherry tomatoes (suh-weeeet). Think red and green with flecks of bulgar. The all spice is a surprising but essential ingredient. Flat-leaf parsley is ideal but I've been making it with curley parsley and it still tastes dynomite. It's also good with some peeled and diced cucumber.

I learned today that parsley is also uber-rich in iron (6.2mg per 100g compared to 2.71mg per 100g of raw spinach). So, bonus.

Wickedly Good Tabbouleh

Adapted from this recipe in The Observer Food Monthly.

The goods
85g bulgur wheat
400g tomatoes, diced
4 spring onions, chopped finely
3 small bunches fresh flat-leaf parsley
1 small bunch fresh mint, roughly chopped

The dressing
1 garlic clove, crushed
1/4 tsp ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp ground allspice
2 tbs lemon juice
3 tbs olive oil
sea salt and black pepper

1. Soak the bulgar wheat in lots of cold water (it will take about 45 minutes for it too become nicely soft and edible). While the bulgar is soaking...
2. Chop your veggies and add all the "goods" (except the bulgar) into a big bowl
3. Make the dressing by combining all of the dressing ingredients in a suitable container
4. When the bulgar is soft (taste it to make sure!), drain it in a colander and give it a good shake to get out as much water as possible.
5. Add the bulgar to the goods and give it a good mix
6. Add the dressing to the goods and give it another good mix
7. Salt and pepper as necessary.

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