
Old news, but news from my world of food nonetheless. It's been a busy year! Less time for internetting.


I spent a third of the month of March at a Buddhist monastery in California, where I ate the most amazing vegan food of my life. Maybe the mindful eating meditation had something to do with it, but being a vegan suddenly seemed so easy and awesome and natural and why was I not already doing it anyway. (More on mindful eating here, with a quote from Thích Nhất Hạnh, founder of Deer Park Monastery.)
Our monastic meals were almost always soybean-based in one way or another, but with so much variety. I was amazed at how they can take so few ingredients and make so many different dishes. Marinated tofu, tofu bakes, soft homemade tofu in pho, veggie burgers, sheets of bean curd skin... And they made their tofu, like everything else, from scratch.
This thing.
So what we have here is two packages of soft tofu, mashed up with a fork; mixed 'exotic' mushrooms that were sautéed a bit first; one chopped carrot that was par-cooked in the mushroom sweat; green onions; flakes of dulse.
I mixed in a handful of vermicelli noodles. The original uses noodles of the rice variety, but non-rice noodles also worked. Seasoning: salt, pepper, nutritional yeast, red pepper flakes.
I baked it at 350°F until it seemed mostly set, which took an hour. I let it sit for ten minutes or so to set a little more. And it worked! It woooorrrrrkedd! HOORAY
Ok I cooked a thing. Actually I have been combining these things semi-regularly lately: onions, broccoli, tomatoes and lentils with kecap manis (Indonesian soy sauce). 

After Sonya took attentive care of my peppermint plant while I was away, I went and forgot to water it for two weeks. I have not yet figured out how to keep the kind of plants that you eat alive, but in the meantime I figured I'd take advantage of the death of Mr Peppermint by making him into a salad.
The original recipe is over here; it is basically a grapefruit, an avocado, olive oil, lemon juice, honey, pepper and a handful of mint leaves. Glad to get one meal out of the little guy. And glad to not eat a frozen pizza or a can of soup, because hey, all these nights I have not been posting, that's what has been going into my belly. Back to basics.
I hadn't cooked in so long, it appears that I had even forgotten how to make popcorn. Here is my first attempt. Apparently you're not supposed to heat the oil on max for five minutes prior to popping.
I tried again at a more temperate setting, and: success! Welcome back to my life, popcorn. Bring on the Buffy.



I came back from our island tour with a deeper love in my heart for my band mates and a recipe in my head for vegan mushroom gravy from our bass player Rose. Then I got stood up for dinner by my lady friends, so I went home and did something I haven't done in almost three months: I COOKED.
I smothered a pile of cheese tortellini with it and sprinkled on some Parmesan cheese, and it was amazing. Rose would be proud. Except for the fact that I obliterated its vegan-ness in every way possible. But I think she would understand.
While I missed the majority of the bands that I intended to see at Sled Island, I also made a couple musical discoveries, and just as importantly a few fffoooodddddiscoveries!
But before I get to all that: a stop at McDonalds for a good ole cheeseburger. We rolled into town pretty late and had to play a show immediately and then see our friend's show, so by the time we were ready to eat dinner it was almost midnight and this was the only thing open downtown. The lineup was endless, but it featured this guy wearing a Peanut T-shirt.
Late-night eating would soon be replaced by visits to CPU (Canadian Pizza Unlimited), at 11th and 5th.
The best worst pizza: it wouldn't be that good, except that it's so fresh because it's the only non-McDonalds place to eat after midnight.
We began the next morning with free samples of Scotch Caesars for breakfast at The Area, which sounds like a nifty idea, but the thick rim of steak salt was conducive to an afternoon of severe garlic breath, and the scotch really overpowered everything in an unfortunate way.
However, we found out we could get samples of the scotch alone, at which point I discovered that it tastes amazing. Here it is. I love it. It was very tempting to sneak off with one of these boxes.
There were also breakfast hot dogs, served by B.A. Johnston. The Area is probably the most interesting venue in town (that I saw), complete with campfires, tented areas with tree stump seats, a maze of a garden and beekeeping nests. Oh and also some bands (most notably Cousins), playing in an old abandoned school house.
Another drink discovery: I asked for a 'whiskey' at the Ship & Anchor and the bartender said 'what kind' and I said 'the best kind' (I had a free drink ticket), and he brought me Bulleit Bourbon. Which brought up questions of whether or not bourbon is whiskey and what about rye and for that matter the scotch I had yesterday. This is a conversation I've had several times in the midst of whiskey-drinking, but without ever reaching a satisfying conclusion (probably due to the whiskey-drinking). I'm sure that ten minutes on Wikipedia would clear the whole thing up.
Our artist packages included a ticket for one free menu item at Broken City. I ate a flat iron steak salad. It had field greens, tomatoes, feta cheese and some kind of blueberry balsamic dressing. It is one of my fondest food memories of Calgary. I started eating this and didn't really look up until it was all gone.
The Palomino, which came recommended by both locals and touring bands, was also pretty exciting. A fragrant cloud of BBQ smell hangs in the air around it for an entire city block. I ate the mac and cheese with pulled pork for brunch, then carried the leftovers around the city with me and ate it for dinner as well. A solid, tasty investment.
A hangover breakfast at Local 510 with Twin River playing in the background. Who doesn't love free breakfast tacos. Not me. Also their coffee was GREAT.
This was my second year in a row hanging out at Tubby Dog and not eating anything on the menu. It's not that I don't find it intriguing -- particularly the Cap'ns dog smothered in peanut butter, jam and Cap'n Crunch -- it's just that I was saving myself for my beloved Burger Inn.
Our last stop of the festival, to chase last year's burger dragon. Five of us were present; four burger patties were eaten; three kinds of animals (bison, elk and wild boar) were consumed; only two of us ate burgers.
Deliciousness was achieved.
Last weekend I attended the launch for Off The Eaten Track's culinary walking tours -- a couple of ladies who lead tours through Vancouver's culinary landscape of food carts, coffees, cocktails and more.
The launch took place at Pop-Up Pizza, next door to the Toast Collective at Kingsway and Fraser, which features a solid menu of rustic thin-crust pizzas.
This one was a seafoody special dubbed the 'Game Changer'.
But the Misfit was my favourite: wild boar rosemary salami, pecorino Toscano, prociutto, chopped basil, Romano and Roma tomatoes.
Between slices I snuck into the back for a little Pizza-Making-101.
Restaurants of the pop-up variety are by definition only a short-lived affair, so pizzaholics DON'T DELAY. If you go out for pizza just one night this month, make a trip to Pop-Up Pizza and eat a Misfit for me!
Pork dish with brown sauce and cilantro.
A soupy crab dish with tofu and a mushroom-like thing.
Three-(I think)-spice chicken wings.
My favourite: rice cakes with some pork I think.
Mayonnaisey dish feat. deep-fried prawns and pineapple.
Halftime at the Giants comedy finale at the Cultch: a Nik Bunting food thing. It was banana-something-something drizzled with something sauce. I didn't listen closely enough because I thought it was a joke. And then I ATE THE JOKE.
Here are some Instagram photos from Convince Jackie To Make Us A Pie Night, using various old-timey filters so you can not tell what decade this happened in.
... It happened a couple weeks ago.
I decided to show Jackie how it's done with the whipping of the meringue. Except that what got done was a mild splattering of egg whites all over the walls and various kitchen things.
Pre-oven pie. I suppose I should point out, if it is not yet clear, that the pie in question is of the Lemon Meringue variety.
A post-oven pie reclines with a bottle of Maker's Mark (my contribution to the evening).
Delicious food times! By the way this event came into existence through the combination of a blog comment and the Facebook Events feature. Know that if you comment on my blog, it may very well get turned into an event. So. Comment away people!