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Delicata or Banana squash is delicious sliced lengthwise and twice baked with Almond ricotta style cheese. Kite Hill makes a great vegan version, but vegan almond ricotta is also simple to make from scratch. This version of Banana Boats below, takes the easy way.

Thanks to my mom who put the squash whole into 350 degrees F oven. I was shocked, why didn’t you cut it and take out the seeds first? Her reply, because it’s too hard to cut. 

Would it work? After about 20 minutes, I tested by inserting a knife through the skin, it gave easily. They were perfect and no unweildy preslicing either. After slicing and deseeding the cooked squash, I fluffed the filling with a fork, mixing in cheese, herbs and spices. At this point, the prepped squash can be covered and refrigerated to bake at another time. A perfect way to prep for Thanksgiving! Just heat 400 degrees F until warmed through about 5-10 minutes.

Ingredients:

1 cup Kite Hill ricotta style cheese

4 Delicata, aka banana squash

Herbs de provence 3-4 teaspoons

Coarse sea salt and fresh ground pepper, to taste

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It’s my birthday and I pulled out a plate my grandmother had from the year I was born. I made enough cake batter for one cake and about 9 sampler muffins. Enjoy!

  

For the Pineapple Topping

* 2 tbs canola oil for bottom and sides of pan

* 1/4 cup date sugar 

* 7-9 thick slices canned pineapple rings in juice
For the Cake

* 1 2/3 cups spelt flour 

* 2/3 cup corn meal

* 2/3 cup garbanzo flour

* 1/3 cup all purpose flour

* 1 cup date sugar 

* 1 tbsp baking powder

* 1/2 tsp. baking soda

* 1/4 tsp. salt

* 1 tbsp white balsamic vinegar 

* 1 1/2 cups pineapple juice

* 1 cup coconut milk (canned)

* 1/2 cup canola oil

* 1 tsp. vanilla extract

VEGAN PINEAPPLE UPSIDE DOWN CAKE
Ingredients

* For the Pineapple Topping

* canola oil

* date sugar

* pineapple, slices

* dark sweet cherries, pitted and halved 

* For the Cake

* 1 2/3 cups spelt flour (could sub all-purpose)

* 1/2 cup light brown sugar

* 1/2 tsp. baking powder

* 1/4 tsp. baking soda

* 1/4 tsp. salt

* 1 pinch of saffron threads

* 1/4 tsp turmeric 

* 3/4 cup pineapple juice

* 1/2 cup coconut milk (canned)

* 1/4 cup coconut oil, melted

* 1 tsp. vanilla extract
Instructions
1. Prepare the Pineapple Topping

2. Preheat oven to 350º. Place oil in 9 inch round cake pan. Roll to coat bottom surface and sides. Arrange pineapple slices in a relatively even layer, slice sweet cherries to fill holes, then sprinkle date sugar 

3. Prepare the Cake

4. Stir flour, date sugar, baking powder, baking soda, flax, saffron, turmeric and salt together in large mixing bowl. In a separate small bowl, stir together pineapple juice, coconut milk, canola oil and vanilla. Pour into dry mixture and stir until thoroughly blended, without over mixing. Batter will be thick.

5. Pour 2/3 batter into prepared cake pan, smoothing out the top. Spoon remaining batter into 9 lined muffin pan. Bake until a toothpick inserted into center comes out clean, 25-35 muffins 35-45 minutes for the cake.

6. Remove from oven and invert onto plate. Serve.

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Edamame Mac n Cheez

I love making different versions of macaroni with creamy sauces.

This version uses three types of noodles:  wheat twists, wheat elbow macaroni and corn elbow macaroni.

Basil and edamame brings bright flavor, calcium and protein.

1/2 cup each: wheat twists, wheat elbow macaroni and corn elbow macaroni.

1 1/2 cups organic soy milk 

1 boullion cube

1/2 cup raw cashew pieces

Basil 4-6 frozen cubes or 1/2 cup chopped fresh

1 cup frozen, shelled edamame 

4 T extra virgin olive oil 

Cook pasta according to directions- the times may differ so stagger them. Combine all ingredients except edamame in blender, process until smooth.

Combine cooked pasta with sauce and thawed edamame.

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posting a preview here of what is to come…

Week 1: 1st-6th November 2016 Treat Yourself (and others)!
1st: Your favourite food – What is your favourite food? Make it and share!

Macaroni and Vegan “Cheese”– this week with Myoko’s Creamery nut and seed spread.

2nd: How to make friends – What’s your go to “impress me” meal?

For breakfast- Soy Chorizo and Scrambled Tofu

For lunch- Dolmas, Falafel and Hummus 

For dinner- Kabocha Soup, Local Sourdough Bread, Lemon and Creole Roasted Seitan Skewers

3rd: Treat yourself…to a break – What’s your “easy cook” meal? That you make when you can’t be bothered to cook much?

Baked Potatoes with all the Fixings: that way I can take a walk before dinner and not work too hard cooking.

4th: Eating out – Where do you eat when you want someone else to cook for you?

Charlie Hong Kongs (a local place) or Veggie Grill

5th: Late Night Snack – Tell us what you’re midnight snacking on!

Orange Almond Granola 

6th: Comfort food – Something that always cheers you up.

Panini Sandwiches with fresh Basil, Tomatoes and Zucchini 

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Good cocoa matters, this recipe calls for Dutch cocoa which I first discovered in France. Whisk together:

1/4 cup Droste cocoa powder

8 ounces vegan cream cheese 

1 orange worth of juice and grated orange zest 

1/8-1/4 cup of liquid sweetening, raw agave or honey 

Spread chilled frosting on cooled cake or cupcakes.  

 Top with minced cacao nibs.

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Mom and her sister are here, both from warmer climates, muttering about how cold it is here in Northern California. “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Fransisco,” Mark Twain said of our weather too, so they are in good company. 

I root around in the pantry for something to satisfy mom’s request for a “hot breakfast cereal is too cold do you have any oatmeal?” She says without stopping as I turn over the Bob’s Red Mill cornmeal package I’ve pulled from beside the flours.

Mom is mostly gluten free, so I say, “Muffins?”

“Oh, good then we can turn on the oven…”

“…and the heater when everyone is upstairs, otherwise we cook them.” Even though heat rises, our house has two climates: upstairs frozen tundra and downstairs scorching desert.

I’m scanning the ingredients and making mental calculations; eggs, yogurt, brown sugar, soy flour, how can I replace those? Mom is off soy too, at the moment. I have a plan. Not gluten free, but warm and very tasty served with nut butter or jam.

I bake as an experiment, using the recipe as “guidelines,” for quantities of liquid, sweetening and binders to replace eggs. Sometimes it works, oftentimes not so much. Today it did.

  I give you Outrageous Apricot Muffins thanks to the thermostat and my oddly stocked pantry. Fortunately, I doubled the recipe so it makes 2 dozen muffins. We finished the first dozen this morning.

Dry ingredients- combine well in a large bowl.

2/3 cup medium grind organic cornmeal 

2/3 cup garbanzo flour (replacing soy flour)

1/2 cup toasted wheatgerm 

1 cup organic whole wheat flour 

1 cup organic white flour 

1 cup ground raw hazelnuts (pulse chop in blender or Cuisinart)

1 cup ground raw pecans

1 cup organic raisins

1 package (about 1 cup) Trader Joe’s frozen semi dried apricots, chopped roughly into 1-3 centimeter pieces 

2 teaspoons of baking soda 

Liquid ingredients- mix together in a quart sized measuring cup or bowl.

1 cup vanilla almond milk (I like Trader Joe’s refrigerated brand)

1 small container of coconut vanilla non dairy yogurt (about 1 cup)

1 cup of honey or agave

2/3 cup of canola oil

Juice and grated zest from one large orange

1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar 

2 tablespoons chia seeds (to replace the egg, you can also use the same quantity of ground flaxseed)

1/2 cup unsweetened organic applesauce 

2 teaspoons vanilla extract 

Gently combine wet and dry ingredients, fill paper lined muffin tins with a generous 1/2 cup of batter. Bake in a preheated 350degree F oven for 25 minutes. An inserted toothpick should come out clean.

  

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  Facing the window over the kitchen sink watching the white peach tree leaves rustle, there were two directions someone with a mastery of the clank and bang of cooking could go: left to the nook with curved built-in bench and table; or right to the formal white table clothed length of seating for many more. As a kid, I bumped elbows with Jill and her little brother, Greg, at the bench as we jostled through our breakfast. Joyce plunking down some hot spectacular egg preparation that wasn’t my standard scrambled or slightly burnt frog-in-the-hole – Joyce’s eggs arrived poached or soft boiled with plenty of salt. Then, before you could blink we’d be on our way out the door to her dad’s car, which smelled of tan newness. 

This bustle of being felt new. Early to school, scrubbed, punctual and polished: these ways didn’t exist in our house: one mom could only do so much. I didn’t miss the snarled hair struggle and tight precise pigtails that escaped from the list of things that were important after my father left. I might have missed a poached egg or unburnt toast. I made my own lunches, fixed my own hair. My own homework remained a mess. Unless, I was staying at Jill’s house, where the whirl of wife/mother, father daughter and brother made me feel like I had just been dropped among the exotic white angelfish they had in a tank in the den/TV room/library; so much swirled around me I hadn’t seen before- a black piano, carpeted stairs (perfect for sliding down in sleeping bags), windows with a view to the ocean, Jill’s room in another wing, red orange betadine instead of hydrogen peroxide (because “my dad is an ER doctor,” Jill explains), and Scope mouthwash we always had ACT (because “my mom is a dental hygienist”). There were other prominent things, a letter that looked like pi carved by the door, a menorah and photographs of people in black and white: years later I would learn were Joyce’s family, the ones that were lost/ died in the Holocaust. 

It is 2016, and I have been invited to my first Passover seder. Funny that it is my first at forty-three, even though at three I picked the one and only Jewish preschool eschewing the three options which brought me to clinging tears. Tuvia pulled me in with art and song, Shalom and hush little baby nap time. And my friend Jill. Whose mom, Joyce, became my mom’s best friend for the next thirty five years. 

Even though I taught in a school district that was predominantly Jewish, have cousins and Jewish relatives, the bar and bat mitzvah celebrations were the only celebrations I really knew/were invited to. Mom always sewed herself a new dress. I always loved the dancing and watched entranced as cousins, friends and second cousins either stumbled or flew through the Hebrew verses on to becoming an adult. Mom threw me a sweet sixteen pool party, to mark my transition to an adult; I don’t feel I have grown up yet. 

I am not sure what it means to be an adult exactly, but Joyce came close to my ideal of one. She earned a PhD, once the kids were out of high school, after she divorced Jill’s dad. She became a LMFT and worked out of a house she bought herself one block from the ocean. She hosted amazing holiday feasts for Thanksgiving and helped my mother see me for me. Then, they took out half her uterus and half of her stomach and looked into clinical trials for her cancer was genetic. She continued to work and I was not, so she hired me. I helped her clear up her client files and organize her recipe folders. This small act of offering me a job, helped remind me of my worth and ability to work/ offer service. I could not change her diagnosis, but I could do this thing, set up a system for organizing her files, pitch countless folders into the dumpster/shredder, try to make some sense of four drawers of recipes. 

I was in the habit of taking a folder or two home, cleaning up the clippings and returning then to the drawer. I took the Passover folder home and before I finished, she died. She and Jill had already put her best/favorite recipes into a cookbook, so there was no need to keep all that stuff, Jill said. I threw everything out, folders and frayed pages torn from newspapers and magazines some shiny with color others tan and smudged with age. I kept the Passover folder, I couldn’t throw it away because on the reverse it showed repurposing from her Opus, Thanksgiving. 

I knew what Thanksgiving meant to Joyce and my mom, we often spent the holiday with Jill’s family, no longer an unfamiliar fish tank but a swirl of love, loudness, acceptance and singing, ma vie en rose, exes and uncles, best friends, delicious food. The thorn was her death, a loss that isn’t covered in the lists of meals made, menus carefully cursed and collected in the folder: passover 2002, 2004,2005, names of people just on the periphery of my knowing like the people in the black and white photographs, and looping handwriting. Who was there and what we ate, seemed to be all the history remaining. 

I read the names turned the brown and brittle stapled clippings over, noting the shift to modern and a new twist on an ancient tradition. I pulled two recipes for Passover, one matzoh crackers covered with chocolate, dried fruit and nuts, another for chocolate dipped strawberries, I have been asked to bring asparagus, I will make a vegan hollandaise with a dash of horseradish. I contemplate the spices and prunes that flavor a roast, and wonder how I might veganize it. Modern? Contemporary? Passover with a new twist on ancient tradition?

I will find a yellow tablet, list the names and what we ate hearing the echoes of Joyce’s voice in the kitchen between two tables, rooms left saltless without her presence.

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