Day 163 – June 12

National (vegan) Peanut Butter Cookie Day

Whipped these suckers up pretty good
I always have tubs upon tubs of peanut butter around because I live off the stuff and stock up at Costco every chance I get
I looked around online and scouted what generally goes in them then decided to wing a PB cookie recipe… you ready?

  • 2 tablespoons of ground flax seed + 2 tablespoons of water
  • 2 cups raw natural peanut butter
  • 1 1/2 cups of brown sugar
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1/2 cup of flour ( I was out so just ground up some instant oats in the blender)
  • dash of salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda

Combine the flax seed and water. Let sit  for a few minutes, till gooey/gelly consistency. This is what we call in the business a “flax egg”. It acts as binding agent, the way eggs usually do.

Then throw the rest of the ingredients in the bowl and mix well!
I even threw in some chocolate chips on my second batch.

Scoop onto baking sheet and press with a fork for the signature peanut butter cookie look. Bake for about 15 minutes at 350.

I can never wait for shit to cool down because I’m a real go getter, so I ate these fresh out of the oven and burnt the fuck out of my mouth.
(Ir)regardless, they were delicious, especially with my home made cashew milk 

Day 162 – June 11

NATIONAL GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE DAY

My new friend Steph’s birthday is National German Cake Day
She threw a birthday party, so naturally I had to bust out my cake making skills on this one.

It should be known that it’s not actually a German invention. It’s American. The guy that invented it had the last name ‘German’.
How very misleading.

I’ve never made a German Chocolate Cake before and, quite frankly, don’t know if I’ve ever had a really good German chocolate cake before.
The idea is rich chocolate cake and coconut & pecan frosting more or less.

I deliberated on making a regular one, as I was bringing it to a party full of people who don’t give an f if there is chicken embryo or cow puss in it, but as I went through recipes, I realized I had more of the vegan necessities to make it so decided to stay true to moi and went vegan

I followed this recipe from Whisk & Shout more or less to a T (very rare for me, as we all know).
I used my own DIY Cashew Mylk instead of the almond milk called for. Probably why it was extra delicious

I walked the 25 minute walk to her house in the scorching sun with this fucker.
But it was totally worth it. Home made shit is just so damn touching.

I ended up having to leave before the ceremonial singing and serving, which was fine by me, that stuff half makes me cray, so I didn’t an official slice. However I did sample some of the crumbling ( it was a hard walk on the cake in the sun ) and icing and was  pretty pleased with myself.

 

 

Day 158 – June 7th

So, just FYI, this blogging project is a hassle.

Firstly, I have to figure out which day is what.
Then, I have to strategize how I’m going to get that food, activity or object incorporated into my day.
Once I do that, and act on it, documentation is integral. I photograph or film the event.
After that brouhaha, there’s the uploading and editing.
The final stage is the post itself, which means choosing what photographic material to go with and then writing a blurb about the whole experience.

A lot of the time, there aint a whole god damn lot to say about the matter.
Imagine writing an essay on an arbitrary topic, each and every day- it’s bananas.

So some days are, naturally, much harder than others.
But, I kid you not, EVERY single time I sit down to write a post, and contemplate just doing a photo journal of the event ( half assing it), I think of the parable of The Retiring Carpenter.

In case you’ve never heard it before, I’ll share my rendition of it

A carpenter decides to retire.
Her boss/friend insists she complete one last building project for her before she hangs up the proverbial hammer.
It’s a house.
The carpenter just wanted to get it over with so she could go sip pina coladas in Florida with her wife, so she slaps together the house. She cuts corners, uses subpar materials and performs shoddy workwomanship.
All in all a totally shitty build.
When the job was done, her boss/friend shows up, hands the keys to the carpenter and says, “This is your house, it’s my gift to you.”

Ugh. Right in the ovaries, amiright?

I may have modified the story to modernize it a smidge 😉

Anyway, for some reason, whenever I post, I think if I don’t put ‘enough’ effort into it, I will end up living in a crappy house with inconvenient light switch locations and a cracked foundation.

I don’t wanna live there ! I want all my cabinet doors to line up! I need all my low hanging light fixtures to be in no traffic areas! You don’t get Eat Pray Love successful from a few swift captions !

Today was National Chocolate Ice Cream Day

I used President’s Choice Vegan Coconut Milk Chocolate Ice Cream and garnished it with some dark chocolate shavings, chocolate covered coconut pieces, cocoa powder and a raspberry

100% vegan, 100% delicious

I don’t really have much else to say about it, that’s sorta what prompted me to go off the head earlier

 

 

Day 156 – June 5

Well well well

Veggie burgers happen to be one of my favourite things to eat, you know, so when National Veggie Burger Day rolled into town, it wasn’t too daunting a task to celebrate it.

I wanted to celebrate in style, so Kathleen and I decided to check out Moderne Burger on Broadway, because the place looks amazing and neither of us had been before.

They do burgers, fries, sodas, milkshake and floats.
That’s it.
Keepin’ it simple, stupid.

They didn’t have any dairy free options for the milkshakes or floats, so we both went of straight up Coca Cola

I was expecting it to come in a glass bottle, in keeping with the vernacular.
Nope. Instead we got a giant glass with slushy ice in it. I survived.

This burger is best described as dry and tasteless. The fries weren’t much better. Or at all better, to be blunt. But I am glad I went and got it out of my system. Until I ate it for myself, I would have always wondered what it was like and how much I was missing out on.

Mystery solved. Will probably have to do this one over

 

Day 155 – June 4th

National Cognac Day

When I think of cognac I think of Hennessy… and when I think of Hennessy, I think of Young Ma

Apart from that, this one was a total pain in the ass!

I didn’t wanna shell out for a full thing of cognac because I’m not a rapper, so I had to go out for a quick cocktail during the only free time I had that day and had to drink a pretty boozy drink in the middle of the day pretty much by myself …Kathleen joined later, but it was too late, it was already weird.

I had a Sidecar

This digital recipe card is from The Martini Diva- a woman I follow on Instagram who Celebrates Everyday Literally by making cocktails in accordance with the national holidays as well as a little digital recipe card for it.
A lot of work- deepest of bows to her

This was my first Sidecar cocktail. I must say it probably won’t be my last. I thought it was a great balance of sweet and tart and boozy.

Oh and it was nice out and not pouring rain so I got to drink it outside, which was another bonus

 

Day 153 – June 2

N A T I O N A L  D O N U T  D A Y ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 

This was the day that started it all… sort of
Last year, on National Donut Day, James and I went out for a nice dinner at a nice place and had a nice time. But, when we left, $180 poorer, we were still hungry
Bullocks
We were driving home, disappointed, and I was scrolling through Instagram when I saw a few #nationaldonutday celebrations going down
I suggested to James, who was driving, going to the Tim Horton’s drive thru to get a few donuts, seeing how it was apparently National Donut Day
And so we did.
I took a picture of Herman indulging (Figure 1A), and then got to thinking about how many god damn national holidays seemed to be.

Figure 1 A – ‘Herman with Vanilla Dip’.  iPhone 5s. June 2, 2016.

I looked up ” national day calendar” and found several websites listing these random, nutty holidays.
I mentioned, aloud, how whack it would be to try and keep up with them all

Flash forward to now, my second time celebrating National Donut Day, 153 days deep into doing just that; celebrating everyday, literally.
None the richer or famouser, mind you.

As I was teeming with excitement about this one, because I fucking love donuts (Figure 1 B), I had made plans, well in advance, to go for donuts with Kathleen at Cartems, my favourite doughnuterie here in Vancouver

Figure 1 b Self Portrait professing donut love. Film. May 23, 2005

The old lady ahead of me poached the last “Strawberry Love” donut (yeast donut with strawberry glaze, balsamic drizzle and a strawberry chip on top) 🙄, so I opted for their regular chocolate dip vegan donut (featured centre Figure 2A) as well as their other seasonal vegan offering “Sweet Berry Wine Stuffie” (yeast donut stuffed with berry compote stewed lightly in wine with a meringue topping, forefront). Kathleen got their salted caramel (back)

Figure 2A. Donuts. Digital Photograph. June 3, 2017

Cartem’s is great because Duncan is allowed in there. We had a few coffees too and sat outside (Figure 2 B).

Figure 2 B. Donuts & Coffee. Digital Photograph. June 3, 2017

Duncan, as always, wanted in on the action

This stuffie was great, but nothing beats their London Fog stuffie, it must be said. 

Then celebrating donuts time drew to a close, so we packed up and headed off to work.
Bummer

 

Day 151 – May 31st

National Macaroon Day

Feels like I haven’t baked or cooked anything in a while for this project so although Whole Foods is not even a block away and you can get a pack of vegan, gluten free macaroons there for like $6, I went the old fashioned route and decided to make them myself, as I have never made them before.

I looked up recipes and came across this one by The Minimalist Baker and liked the sound of it:

  • 3 cups shredded coconut
  • 1/4 teaspoon of vanilla
  • 2 tablespoons maple syrup
  • 1/2 tablespoons of coconut oil, melted
  • 1/2 cup dark chocolate

Basically combine all the ingredients save the chocolate in a food processor. Scoop into macaroon like shapes and place on baking sheet. Bake briefly (they said 8-10 minutes, mine burnt in 5 so keep an eye… )

Allow to cool and then dip in melted chocolate

Expectation:

Reality: 

Yeah so total disaster all in all but sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes the bar eats you, amiright?

May 31st is also my big cousin Kory’s birthday 

He should have been turning 39 today
He died the year before Sarah
Testicular cancer.
I was aware he had been diagnosed and was undergoing treatment, but I was completely naive and thought he would be fine and just come out the other side- it was really shocking when I got the news it didn’t go down like that.

At this point in my life, what is more shocking is that I had been lucky to have never experienced losing a family member until then.
He, like Sarah, left three children behind.
Quite frankly, I usually push away thoughts about it as it’s just straight up eery

So I just wanted to take a moment to not just celebrate National Macaroon Day, but also to remember my cousin. Kory was a really happy person and just pursued ‘joy’ unlike anyone else I knew.
Gone but not forgotten. Hope he is at peace. Xo cuz.

Day 150 – May 30th

National Mint Julep Day!

I find myself looking forward to the boozy holidays -they are too few and far between. Although I could have taken the easy route of National Water a Flower Day, I’ve only had a mint julep once before, years ago, so I relished the opportunity to knock back a few.

I had made a date with Kathleen and a friend from work, Steph, to go for some Mint Juleps– the preferred drink of slave owners, at the local New Orleans themed resto and bar, as that seemed the most fitting given that the drinks origin is in Southern USA.

I had nothing to do this day and it was raining (quelle surpris) and I have a weird sprained chest injury, so I decided to rest up for my big cocktail Tuesday night out. I spent the day sprawled on the couch watching Master of None’s season two. In it, Aziz Ansari’s character is in Italy and is also going on a lot of dates. These two plot points meant a lot of wine drinking scenes.

I found myself really yearning for a glass of wine, myself.
Then I came to revelation that I’m a grown ass woman who can drink wine whenever she wants. So cracked open a bottle and finished watching the season.

This also set me up to be tipsy going out for more drinks

Upon arrival at the aforementioned NOLA themed bar, it was pretty empty. The bartender riddled off the specials but I told him why we were there – National Mint Julep Day so Mint Juleps all ’round. 

Of course, the barkeep somehow felt threatened by being informed of something he didn’t know already, so he voiced his doubts that it was, indeed, Mint Julep Day, and went so far as to call upon the DJ (?) guy on his laptop for back up. The DJ (?) guy said he had no idea, as he wouldn’t, and proceeded to do a simple google search, which proved my correctitude.

You know what they always say; nothing more fragile than the male ego!

Anyway he busted out three 6/10 ( on the delicious scale)  Mint Juleps for us and then never checked on us again. So we didn’t get a second round there and headed to mine and Steph’s place of work for one more drink

There our bartender made way better and stronger Mint Juleps, for half the price and no questions asked. Thanks Kenton.

These made me really drunk and ready to end Mint Julep Day 2017. Cheers! Tomorrow is National Macaroon Day!

Day 148 – May 28th

May 28 marks one year since Harambe was killed
He would have been 18 years old…

Remember back when  that was the craziest news story you ever thought you’d hear? He’d never shove the prime minister of Montenegro or take a golf cart when everyone else is walking, I’ll tell you that.

Those were the days.

Rest in power, brother

May 28 is also National Hamburger Day!

Not one to eat rotting carcass, I appropriated the holiday to be flesh free!

I ordered a Veggie Burger, with yam fries, while I was working and took a quick iPhone photo.

It hit the spot and fuelled me through the long hours of serving boozebags.
It was salty as fuck. Just like me.

It’s actually hilarious how much I loath the brain dead drunkards I serve, yet yearn to be them, at the same time.  It’s an internal struggle, always.

National Hamburger Day and this very post also brings me back up to speed with my blog! It was so stressful falling so far behind in my writing- my lesson is learned , faithful readers! Never again!

Day 146 – May 26th

It was National Blueberry Cheesecake Day according to my calendar, but then I saw a bunch of people on Instagram celebration National Blueberry Pie Day instead,  so I decided to follow their lead.
I knew exactly where to get some vegan Blueberry Pie, but vegan Blueberry Cheesecake ? Good luck.

Kathleen, Duncan and I headed to our nearest and dearest pie monger, Aphrodite’s, for a slice.

It was ok.

There we saw truck driver donning (still) a “Hilary for Prison 2016” shirt.
Totes adorbs.

I posted a Boomerang on Instagram of the pie eating and, as you’ll note in the comments, got called out for celebrating the ‘wrong’ day.

Would you believe this isn’t the first time this has happened?
By people who haven’t commented before, first nor last?
Reaching out only to criticize and point out flaws?
I suppose you would believe it, if you’re remotely familiar with the internet.

I would like to say I take it with a grain of salt but can’t help but think about how damaged an ego one must have to feel compelled to comment on someone’s celebration, in honour of their deceased sister, to tell them they are doing it wrong.

I’ll just leave that there.

Then Kathleen kindly escorted me to NAPA autoparts in North Van to return a deep cell car battery that we use in The Pickle because it was dead but still under warranty. This gave me extreme anxiety because I hate returning things and know nothing about the battery.

Turned out all my worry and stress was for naught. It was a great experience with no questions asked and lots of hooting and hollering and swearing. I almost can’t wait for the next one to die so I can go back. Thanks NAPA for making National Blueberry Pie Day special and being easier to get along with than my Insta followers!