All the buzz

It’s weird how you can meet people after reading about their lives on a semi-daily basis, and feel like you’re long lost friends…


That’s the thing about this blogging community.


Food is what we all have in common…


But long after our yummy bites have digested, our friendships are what remain.


And that’s a beautiful thing. 


So is food  🙂

Stay tuned for a more detailed weekend recap.  I can’t even begin to tell you how much fun I had.  Most. Amazing. Roommates. Ever.

The November Issue

I realize I’m ridiculously behind in blogging.  Here’s a preview of what the last few days have looked like for me…


Until things settle with my crazy new (work) schedule, I am afraid blogging will be taking the back seat.  Only temporarily though…


Make yourself some vegan chocolate peanut butter cups in the meantime. 


On a totally different note, I recently rented The September Issue, a documentary about the making of the fall fashion issue of Vogue magazine.  Seeing the behind-the-scenes shed light on not only how subjective the industry is, but also the sheer madness of it all.

[Side note: Anna Wintour is one tough b!tch]


Can you believe one woman has such reign over us all?  I mean she truly sets the fashion curve on a global level.  Her influence is daunting.  In the film she said Sienna Miller’s cover shots were “too toothy” and Jennifer Garner looked “pregnant” in photos that I thought looked damn near gorgeous.  Yikes.  I wonder what kind of pressure her daughter feels? 

As much as I’d love to keep up with the trendiest trends and drop thousands on designer labels, I’m not the most fashion forward person (I wear scrubs for a living).  My own sister tried to nominate me for “What not to wear.”  Such a sweetheart, that one…


Anyways, that’s not even what this blog (or this post!) is about, so tangent over, let me get back on track…

This year’s fall issue of Vogue broke the record with over 100 pages more than any before it – 726 pages total to be exact.  That’s a whole lotta work for a single issue of a magazine.  Apparently, Fall is the new January, at least in the world of fashion.  Fall is when people decide a make-over is in order.  Fall is when people decide to revamp their lives.  Fall is when big changes happen.  Hence the fatty book of fashion.  Coincidently, my own life followed a similarly epic path this fall.  My August, September, and October months have been jam-packed with major life changes; and I, too, have embraced the start of my new life. 

Kyle and I decided to say goodbye to NYC

We moved across the country.

We traveled up and down the West Coast.

We got married.

We moved to Southern California.

I got a new nursing job.

And now the dust is starting to settle


Has your Fall been one of changes?  What time of year do you associate with a fresh start?  New Year’s resolutions?  Spring cleaning?  Or is each and every day a new one, full of possibilities? 

You know you’re a food blogger when…

You choose an apartment based on optimal lighting for food photos…



Your first Netflix movie selection is Food Inc…



You miss weddings for food festivals…



Water and power outages affect your food prep and meal planning more than your acts of daily living (i.e. showering)…

New food products generate more enthusiasm than "normal" things (like birthdays)…



"Battery card full" may as well mean "you will be eating a cold dish” (aka “don’t touch this food until I free up space")…

You are ecstatic over the return of a $4 fermented culture-filled drink…



Your ONLY instructions for your wedding photographer were make sure you get photos of the food



You ordered a personal wedding cupcake from Whole Foods



Your wedding centerpieces were made with food


You salvage food that others would throw away…




You start planning dinner before you’ve even finished lunch breakfast…


Now your turn!  Finish this sentence: You know you’re a food blogger/foodie when…

***Still taking entries for my $$-in-your-pocket giveaway until Monday (11/1) night so get your entries in asap!***

Cake from August

After my parents left, Kyle and I spent the day catching up on errands around the apartment.  It was raining so we kept busy indoors with football…and cooking.


I can’t believe this dish turned out to be such a hit.  It was truly the most random thing ever, but it ended up really wowing my husband.  It wasn’t vegan, but it could easily be made so.  I guess that makes it blog-worthy…


Because I threw it together using what I had on hand, you probably already have the ingredients too.  Tomatoes, onions, rice…they’re basics.

Comfort casserole


  • 1/2 onion
  • 2 medium tomatoes
  • 1 cup corn (or 1/2 can)
  • 1/2 cup sour cream *
  • 1 cup green enchilada sauce
  • 1 1/2 cup cooked white rice
  • 1/2 cup mozzarella cheese *

*To make vegan, replace sour cream with a mix of 1/4 cup non-dairy milk + 1/4 cup mozzarella Daiya “cheese” and replace the cheese topping with vegan cheese as well


In a 9×9 square casserole dish combine chopped onions, tomatoes, and corn.  Then add in the sour cream and the green enchilada sauce.


Then add in the rice and stir it all up.


Once it’s adequately mixed, pack it down into the dish. 


See how tight? 


Then sprinkle the mozzarella on top.


Bake on 350 for 35 minutes.  I cranked it up to broil for the last 2 muntes to brown the top of the cheese a little.


It smelled delish and Kyle could hardly wait to dig in…



I had my own vegan lasagna leftovers to dig into, so this baby was all his.


He had several servings…




Clearly he hated it. 😛

For dessert, I had the rest of my vegan peanut butter fudge from Whole Foods.


And Kyle said to hell with tradition and cut himself a big slice of wedding cake


We both agreed that waiting until our first anniversary to enjoy the top tier of our wedding cake was ridiculous for several reasons: (a) it may be nasty by then, (b) we don’t have enough storage room in our freezer, and (c) it’s yummy.  Why wait?!?


Also, he was only able to try one bite on our wedding day (we were so busy!).  So I’m glad we ignored the anniversary rule.  Something tells me waiting until next August would have led to a different reaction…

How do you feel about eating year old cake?

Shots and real food

I used my alarm clock every morning this week, and unfortunately that theme continued into the weekend as well.  Rough life, huh.

On Friday morning I woke up early, ignored the drizzly weather and went for a quick 15 minute jog around the neighborhood, followed by an abs & arms workout back at the apartment.  Half-way through my sweat session there was a knock on the door.  Hmmm…

Hesitant to answer the door in a sports bra (or reveal that I was watching The Real Housewives of D.C. reunion while working out), I opened it just a crack to peer out.  Electricians.  Frick.  Here I thought our water and electric “issues” were sorted out…  Turns out the owner just wanted to check their work to make sure everything was done to his satisfaction.  It still ended my workout a bit early.  Annoying, but whatever.


I showered, coffee-d, and went to Westwood for my tetanus shot.  Ouch.  As a nurse, I love giving shots and drawing blood…basically anything and everything with needles, but I don’t really like it when I have to get it done.  Actually, that’s only partially true.  I like donating blood and I don’t really mind getting labs drawn.  It’s shots that aren’t fun.  The tetanus shot is a painful one too – it still hurts now, three days later.  Also, as a new employee I had to have a double negative TB.  The rest of my immunizations were up to date, and I even managed to have all the paperwork proving such.  Keeping all my important files and documents organized throughout our cross country move has been a real beezy, but at least I’m done with all that stuff now.  Until I deal with the name change business, that is…

By the time I got back home, my sister’s ETA was not too far off, so I held off on grubbing.

We went to Huckleberry, my fave neighborhood cafe.


I got the trio of salads with a chickpea salad, a stone ground mustard potato salad, and a white bean puree…and a slice of fresh sourdough bread on the side to scrape it all up.


I’ve had the white bean puree before, and it was just as creamy and amazing this time around.  The stone ground mustard potato salad was also delish.


My sister doesn’t even like mustard and she had a bite to taste and loved it.  The capers and vinegar made it pretty acidic, but the bean dip and bread were nice neutralizers.


The chickpeas were also a winner of a dish.  Although not overly imaginative, they still had good flavoring.


I definitely had leftovers though…my appetite has been a bit out of whack lately.


My sister got the chopped chicken salad with baby gem lettuce, radicchio, carrots, cucumbers, avocado, garbanzo beans, parmesan & red wine vinaigrette. It had minimal chicken, but aside from that she had no complaints.

After lunch we went shopping.


Yea right!  😉  Window shopping is one thing…but we actually went into Tiffany’s to try things on (and by “we” I mean Marie).  No purchases were made, but my sis definitely has her eye on the prize as far as engagement rings go.  Next on the to-do list is find the baller who can afford her…

For dinner I treated my sis to a vegan meal at Real Food Daily.  The menu is SO good, it’s almost too difficult to choose.


My sister helped point out that I should go seasonal.  So the Shephard’s Pie in the Sky won.


It had a millet and parsnip crust with tempeh, lentils, and veggies inside, plus whipped sweet potatoes and a miso-tomato sauce on top.


The lighting was as bad as the food was amazing.  In other words, ignore the crap photo and take my word for the hearty flavorful dish.

As filling as the Shepherd’s Pie sounds, it was actually the perfect portion.  I was full at the end of it, but not stuffed, and not uncomfortable.


On the side were maple roasted acorn squash and garlicky greens.  I wasn’t a huge fan of the chard.  There was way too much garlic for my taste.  Even after adding a fair amount of sesame seasoning (see below), the amount of garlic was overwhelming.


I choked down a few bites, but in the end, the greens were left abandoned on my otherwise polished plate.


Marie ordered The Club with seitan, tempeh bacon, avocado, lettuce, tomato and veganaise on sourdough bread.


I got this sammie last time I ate at RFD, so I knew she’d love it.

After dinner we made our way to bars.


There were some interesting sights along the way…


Crocheted bicycle?

My photos from the night are pretty poor.







Exhibit A


Exhibit B


Exhibit C

In any event, midnight rolled around and my parents finally arrived (they drove from Nor Cal after my dad got off work).  They hadn’t seen our new apartment yet, so we gave them a tour, hung out a bit, then hit the sack.