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Sep. 20th, 2010 04:01 pmSometimes, when school and/or life is ungodly stressful, you just need to take time out to watch some dudes perform a choreographed dance with dogs and IKEA furniture.
Sometimes, when school and/or life is ungodly stressful, you just need to take time out to watch some dudes perform a choreographed dance with dogs and IKEA furniture.
I'm sorry it's such a crappy photo. I still don't have a functioning camera.
Anyway. Having gotten into a bit of a vegan cooking rut (pasta AGAIN?), and not having (sadly) any Vietnamese sandwich shops near the house, I decided I was going to learn how to make bánh mì, vegan style, for my family.
Things You Will Need
- baguettes (preferably actual bánh mì buuut if you don't have access to these, and I don't, any baguette-like bread item should suffice. I used filone rolls)
- Vegenaise
- Chili garlic sauce
- soy sauce
- jalapeño peppers
- cilantro
- cucumber slices or sticks
- do chua (pickled daikon and carrot, julienned -- you can make it yourself easy! Google it, because I am a lazy recipe writer)
- tofu (firm or deep fried or whatever else you like)
What To Do
For the sauce: mix some Vegenaise with some chili garlic sauce and soy sauce. Adjust chili garlic sauce level according to how spicy you like it, consistency should be...fairly mayonnaise-like. Very precise, I know.
For the tofu: slice accordingly and lightly pan fry in oil of choice and some soy sauce.
Slice the baguettes open and hollow out the fluffy insides, then slather with the sauce. You may toast them if you really want to. Then layer all the other stuff inside and eat it.
You will probably have a whole lot of do chua if you use a whole daikon, so be prepared to eat many of these. That will be okay, because they are delicious.
Potato Salad
Jun. 19th, 2010 11:10 pm
Cooking for Fathers' Day tomorrow, and I made this ahead of time. It was pronounced "awesome" (by, granted, my mother), and it occurred to me it might be a good idea to remember how the hell I made it.
Awesome Vegan Potato Salad
Makes: a buttload of servings
You will need:
- 20 boiling potatoes, halved (I think this is about 4-5 pounds?)
- 1/2 red onion, diced
- 3 stalks celery, diced
- 1 red bell pepper, diced
- 3 large dill pickles, roughly chopped (or 10 sweet gherkins, if you're into that kind of thing)
- 1 can black olives, roughly chopped
- 1/2 cup fresh dill, chopped
- 1.5 - 2 cups Vegenaise
- 4 Tablespoons dijon mustard
- 1 Tablespoon Chinese hot mustard
- 2 Tablespoons smoked paprika
- kosher salt, to taste (probably a lot)
- black pepper, to taste
Boil the potatoes until they can be easily pierced. Mash half of them and roughly chop the other half, then dump them in a bowl and let them cool.
Then dump everything else in and mix it up. Taste, adjust seasoning, mix, etc, until it is perfect.
Then serve it to your unreasonably large family.
Invisible Cities
Oct. 14th, 2009 11:40 pmHave I pimped Hero here yet? I don't think I have.
I started reading this awhile back, after a recommendation from someone-or-other. It's not finished yet, though it's getting there. And it is wonderful.
It's unlike anything I've seen in comics, web or print. It's beautiful, subtle, sweet, funny, philosophical, and a little heartbreaking. I couldn't even really say what it's about -- there's a boy who sets out to find a city, any city, because he has only read about such things in books. He meets a man, and they go in search of cities, and -- anything else I describe wouldn't sound like it makes any sense. But at the same time, it makes perfect sense, the kind of sense you feel in your gut and your chest. The whole thing is like the best dream you've ever had.
The first chapter is a little hard to get into -- it's very wordy, and it lacks any real reference to anything you can pin down. The setting seems mutable and almost incidental. But once you get to the second chapter and get into the flow of the story -- it's gorgeous. Every time I see there's an update, I just read the whole thing over again.
The author/artist is Hwei Lin Lim and I pretty much just keel over with awe and envy looking at her art. She's done some other (finished) comic projects which are also amazing, though without the scope of Hero.
Just...just go read it.
I started reading this awhile back, after a recommendation from someone-or-other. It's not finished yet, though it's getting there. And it is wonderful.
It's unlike anything I've seen in comics, web or print. It's beautiful, subtle, sweet, funny, philosophical, and a little heartbreaking. I couldn't even really say what it's about -- there's a boy who sets out to find a city, any city, because he has only read about such things in books. He meets a man, and they go in search of cities, and -- anything else I describe wouldn't sound like it makes any sense. But at the same time, it makes perfect sense, the kind of sense you feel in your gut and your chest. The whole thing is like the best dream you've ever had.
The first chapter is a little hard to get into -- it's very wordy, and it lacks any real reference to anything you can pin down. The setting seems mutable and almost incidental. But once you get to the second chapter and get into the flow of the story -- it's gorgeous. Every time I see there's an update, I just read the whole thing over again.
The author/artist is Hwei Lin Lim and I pretty much just keel over with awe and envy looking at her art. She's done some other (finished) comic projects which are also amazing, though without the scope of Hero.
Just...just go read it.
yay it's october!
Oct. 1st, 2009 10:30 amTHERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Bliss Carman, 1861
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Bliss Carman, 1861
Helloooo, Dreamwidth
Apr. 30th, 2009 10:00 pmThis journal is now totally private, as a personal experiment in record-keeping. It's just what I need right now.