My work week was super busy, so I made two very easy recipes Wednesday and today for days 3 and 4. In the kitchen, I move slowly. I enjoy baking and don’t rush, cleaning as I go. Both of these recipes took about fifteen minutes to prepare (not including baking time), so there’s really no excuse NOT to makes them. (Except maybe diabetes.)
I didn’t know if I’d like these, but I had molasses in the pantry. (I can’t even remember why I bought it–it was unopened.) It Doesn’t Taste Like Chicken is a great resource for newer vegans (and lazy vegans like me). When they say a recipe is easy, it really is. This one is no exception. One bowl, fifteen minutes, and you’re ready to bake cookies that taste like they took two hours. The texture is perfect–a little crispy outside and chewy inside–and the flavor is complex. I love ginger, but if you don’t, you should reduce or omit it. It’s very distinct in this recipe. (I often eyeball measurements, but for these posts I have been measuring exactly.) “Fancy” molasses are called for, but my molasses were not fancy. For the vegan butter, I used Earth Balance Original (there are like ten kinds now!).
Back to the cookies. Like the molasses cookies, these are incredibly easy to make. Also just one bowl and fifteen minutes! I substituted one serving (one tablespoon) Bob’s Red Mill Egg Replacer for the ground flax. For the non-dairy milk I used Minor Figures Oat Milk, which I get with my produce delivery from Misfits Market (get 25% off here) as an add-on for $2.19. I would normally use melted coconut oil, but I was out, so I used regular old supermarket brand canola oil. Nora suggests you use a sifter or a fine mesh strainer because cocoa powder has a tendency to clump. This was a good call on her part. The most challenging task is putting together the balls of dough before rolling them in the powdered sugar. I kept getting a lot of dough stuck to my hands, so I started rinsing them between every 3 or 4 cookies. Problem solved. The recipe says they will look underdone when they come out of the oven, and they will. Do not cook them longer. Let them set for 15 minutes or so. That underdone-seemingness is why they end up so soft and delicious.
They come out looking very pretty, encrusted with powdered sugar. The flavor is chocolatey and just the right amount of sweet. The texture is light. So light that I ate five before I realized I had spoiled my dinner.
If you love soft-baked chocolate chip cookies as I do, this recipe from The Viet Vegan is a clever variation on a classic–there’s just enough pumpkin flavor to make them taste a little different, but it’s definitely not overwhelming. My dogs were beyond thrilled when they realized I wasn’t using the whole can of pumpkin puree–pumpkin and sweet potato are among their favorite treats.
Making the dough is super easy and can be accomplished with just one bowl for easy clean-up, too. I only made one change to the recipe as written–I substituted Enjoy Life Mega Chocolate Chunks for regular-sized chocolate chips. There’s almost nothing better than cookies almost straight out of the oven, and the chocolate chunks made it a delightfully messy experience.
My favorite thing about the holidays is even more sweet treats than usual. So I’ve decided to bake twelve kinds of holiday cookies between now and the end of the year. I love baking, and it’s easy to find a recipe for a vegan version of your favorite holiday cookies. If not, I can probably veganize it. (Hit me up if you have one you want to make.)
During the two and a half years since I moved back to Tampa from beautiful Durham, North Carolina, I’ve discovered the city’s very best attribute (no, it’s not the beaches, although they are lovely): the bounty of vegan food–especially vegan junk food. A veritable cornucopia of options await the hungry vegan. Fortunately, the city of the world’s longest continuous sidewalk offers many opportunities to burn off those calories, too. Just across the bridges over Old Tampa Bay, St. Petersburg also offers a ton of amazing vegan food. I’ll save my St. Pete and other Pinellas County recommendations for another post, especially since I can’t fit all my Tampa recs into one post. (Can’t wait? This list is a legit guide to St. Petersburg’s main vegan culinary attractions.)
3 Dot Dash
Located inside Jug & Bottle Dept., a lovely bottle shop in Seminole Heights, 3 Dot Dash is the ultimate vegan junk food. Super reasonably priced and served by some of the friendliest staff, 3 Dot Dash’s burgers and chik’n sandwiches have become a staple of my weekday lunch rotation. I am working my full-time job plus working part-time on a COVID-19 testing research project, so I don’t have time to prepare lunches most work days. 3 Dot Dash keeps me full and happy. Their specials are always on point, but my favorite regulars include the Southern Chik’n, a house-made fried chick’n cutlet with Alabama white BBQ sauce, lettuce, tomato, red onion, and pickle and the Fat Mac, a quarter-pound Impossible burger, topped with cashew mac, ranch, lettuce, tomato, red onion, and pickle. (Hold the pickles for me.) I always, always get fries with cashew whiz, too. So. Yummy. When my non-vegan best friend was visiting Tampa back in February, she requested a second visit to 3 Dot Dash after having the Southern Chik’n. She’s planning another visit, and 3 Dot Dash is already on her to-do list, after snuggling with her favorite canine nephew, Parker. 3 Dot Dash offers pick-up and delivery via Uber Eats.
Farmacy Vegan Kitchen
With locations downtown inside Duckweed Urban Grocery in the Element building and in the Channel District, Farmacy makes at least a biweekly appearance on my lunch menu and an occasional appearance at dinner time. Like 3 Dot Dash, Farmacy offers a variety of Impossible burgers. There are some genuinely healthy options, too. I have been known to say I hate salad, but Farmacy’s Herb-Roasted Kale Caesar is delicious. They also serve Impossible Philly Cheese Steaks along with several other hot sandwiches, cold wraps, salads, acai bowls, sides, and sweets. I often order the Frisco Melt, an Impossible patty on garlic sourdough bread with American “cheese”, Farmacy pickles, special sauce, tomatoes and avocado. The special sauce is amazing and I never eat pickles on purpose, but I like Farmacy’s. I accidentally forgot to request to leave them off this week and, as a friend promised, I liked them! You can taste the cucumber and they are not overly briny or acidic.
Black Radish Vegan Grocer
I cannot sing the praises of Black Radish loudly enough. My only regret about my recent move is that I am no longer quick walking distance away from the V. M. Ybor gem. (I live a whole 1.1 miles away now.) From the design of their signage and website to the difficult-to-find vegan products they carry, my love for Black Radish knows no bounds. I regularly self-medicate with sweets (don’t judge me, I am vegan for the animals not for prevention of diabetes), and Black Radish carries a ton of local Oopsy Daisy Sweets products including my favorite, the Vinkie (a vegan “Twinkie”), in vanilla and chocolate and a mind-blowing brownie containing Oreos, peanut butter, and chocolate chunks. Tuesday nights from 5 to 8 p.m., go get a Munch Wrap! The fillings vary from Buffalo to Al Pastor to Plant Ranch Pollo Asado. Check their Instagram for the latest. Brunch is served Thursday and Friday from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. and weekends 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Just Egg, Follow Your Heart vegan cheese, Impossible sausage on a Pretzilla roll? Omg, yes.
I’m extremely skeptical about gluten-free foods, particularly baked goods, yet HaleLife‘s vegan and gluten-free cupcakes, donuts, bread, and waffles have completely won me over. To soothe my post-election anxiety, I’ve been consuming approximately one two-pack of HaleLife cinnamon rolls daily. (I wish that was a joke.) My other go-tos include the chocolate ganache cupcake, smores donut, and salted caramel cheesecake cupcake. (Look at all the research I have done on your behalf, dear reader!) HaleLife has two locations–South Tampa and Clearwater.
For now, I’ll leave you to try (or dream about) these wonderful local eateries. Coming in part two: King State, Dharma Fine Vittles (formerly Dixie Dharma), Bodega, Taco Dirty, and more.
Since I moved back to Florida in March 2018, I’ve revisited the topic of animal agriculture and its implication on animal welfare, the environment, health, and ethics. My main question is, “What do our food production practices say about us as a so-called ‘civilized’ society?” I’ve examined my own participation in eating animals and animal products–over the years I’ve been an omnivore, a vegetarian, vegan, and what I’d call veganish (about 90% vegan). These topics have preceded a personal reckoning many times before, like after reading Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer (and hearing the author speak at the University of North Carolina), The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan, and after viewing the films What the Health and Cowspiracy.
I can’t say precisely why veganism seems to have “stuck” this time, but I theorize that it’s the result of a convergence of my unwillingness to participate in or contribute to more cruelty in the world, the increasingly urgent need to address the climate crisis, and my inability to tolerate or contribute to any more hate of any kind.
Donald Trump’s presidency has emboldened all manner of hateful, inhumane, and mean-spirited behavior, rhetoric, and policies in a way I’d never witnessed in my Gen X life prior to his election. White supremacists have scurried out of the woodwork like cockroaches. Our government is caging immigrant (brown) children at our southern border. Trump has branded journalists “the enemy of the American people“. He’s been impeached, admitted guilt, and been acquitted by Moscow Mitch‘s Senate. It’s a dark time in America–are we even a constitutional republic anymore (we never were a democracy, contrary to popular belief)? I digress.
My hounds, Penelope and Parker, constantly remind me how smart animals are, how deeply they feel things, and how fully they are able to live in the moment. I spend more time with the two of them than with any human, especially in this era of social distancing, and I can’t help but acknowledge that other types of animals are intelligent, feeling, perceptive living beings, too. I think most people would agree with that, but animal agriculture is so far removed from our activities of daily living and meat consumption is so ingrained in our food culture, that we choose to ignore the atrocities committed by modern animal farming. These atrocities are bestowed not only upon cows, pigs, chickens, and our environment, but on those (again, mostly brown) people who have no better employment opportunities than to work at one of these facilities.
Workers in the meat industry make an average of $23,000 a year, work 10+ hours a day, are pushed so hard they often defecate in their pants to avoid slowing down and suffer a repetitive motion injury rate 30 times the national average.
As if torturing animals for food weren’t cruel enough, there are all the animals we exploit for entertainment. Last year, I saw the film Sled Dogs and the unspeakable cruelty of the Iditarod sled dog race broke my heart. (This year’s race just ended on March 22. All other sports were canceled due to the coronavirus pandemic, but not the Iditarod!) I became a card-carrying member of PETA the day I saw Sled Dogs, literally. Joe “Exotic” (Joseph Maldonado-Passage) of Oklahoma and Carole Baskin of Tampa, Florida made their livings displaying captive lions, lemurs, and tigers and even parading cubs around at shopping malls. (Ms. Baskin claims her operation is an animal sanctuary, but after listening to Wondery’s podcast on the subject, I’m skeptical.) Mr. Maldonado-Passage was finally sentenced to 22 years in prison for killing five tigers and hiring a hitman to kill the aforementioned Ms. Baskin, but at least he has a Netflix docuseries, Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem, and Madness, dedicated to his story while it masks the way the tigers themselves are being treated.
Then there’s white privilege and wealth inequality. “What does that have to do with veganism?” you may wonder. Money and time. I’m fortunate enough to have a good-paying job, some spare time, and enough “disposable” income to contemplate my food choices and make better, more informed decisions. In the richest country in the world, 15 million households are food insecure, live in food deserts, or live in food swamps. The USDA defines food insecurity as “the lack of access, at times, to enough food for all household members.” If you can’t put food on the table, you really don’t have the luxury of philosophizing about agriculture, animal welfare, and the environment. The USDA defines a food desert as “a low-income census tract where either a substantial number or share of residents has low access to a supermarket or large grocery store.” Many lower-income urban dwellers without access to a car live in a food swamp, a place where the majority of food available within walking distance is junk. It comes from fast food restaurants, convenience stores, and liquor stores. My Tampa neighborhood, Ybor Heights, closely resembles a food swamp. (There is a Winn Dixie grocery store within walking distance of some residents’ homes.) The corner store is the main source of food for a number of neighbors I have talked to. It’s no secret that being poor in America is expensive. Getting your groceries from the corner store is an example. Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, which costs $0.99 at Winn Dixie, costs $2.29 at the corner store a block from my house. (Preachy, holier-than-thou vegans who give us all a bad name, before you berate someone for their food choices, consider that they may not have many real choices at all. They may be struggling to keep themselves and their families alive. )
Now, we’re faced with a global pandemic, the likes of which humanity has not encountered since the Spanish Flu pandemic of 1918-1919. The origin story of the novel SARS-CoV-2 coronavirus (COVID-19) that emerged in the city of Wuhan, China, in late 2019 is not completely clear, but the two main theories are that it either originated at an unsanitary “wet” market or a lab that was experimenting on bats. Either way, human exploitation of animals is involved somehow, it seems. Human exploitation of humans is occurring, too, naturally. American prison and jail inmates cannot observe social distancing guidelines. Hand-washing proves a struggle, too, when you don’t have soap. The Atlantic’s stellar coverage of the pandemic includes a piece that ponders why we don’t give prisoners free soap: “Dayquan Salaman, a prisoner in the Manhattan Detention Complex, “doesn’t have hand sanitizer. He doesn’t have regular access to soap. He was only allowed to shower once last week, and he’s been wearing the same stinking clothes the entire time.””
“Inaction is action,” said Daryl Atkinson, co-director at Forward Justice, a law, policy, and strategy center dedicated to advancing racial, social and economic justice. “You’re saying these folks are fit to die; that’s what you’re saying by your inaction, and that’s what the governor is going to have on his hands if he doesn’t take action.”
This is life in the richest country in the world. So civilized.
I hope, at the conclusion–or more likely, the containment–of this coronavirus crisis, we humans will have had time to reflect on our interdependence not just with other humans and animals, but with plants and the planet. Evidence suggests that the pandemic has already benefited the environment.