These posts are quickly turning into my favorite. I love collecting all of the outfits, and dreaming of looking put together. As it stands, I’m in stretchy pants and a tank top without a bra. BUT! I have hope.
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Split into the four elements, it focuses on the very nature of how our food is prepared! He argues that cooking is essential to humanity. It’s possibly the biggest step in the evolutionary process.
Each element has shaped how we prepare our food, and Michal Pollan and director Alex Gibney take the viewers on a lushly beautiful world trip and forces us to explore our relationship with food, while educating us on its history and relation to the other souls who people this planet.
It’s relentlessly gorgeous and thought-provoking.
I have watched each episode, and I am gobsmacked. I love cooking. It is essential to ME, but to really learn why it is essential to us is a revelation.
Everyone needs to watch this.
To go along with this incredible series, I thought, well, I need to do plants and fire. Yes, yes, yes.
Grilled Tempeh Summer Rolls with Sweet and Spicy Satay
Grilled Tempeh Summer Rolls with Sweet and Spicy Satay
by Cat Bowen
Prep Time: 45 minutes-1 hour
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Keywords: grill appetizer side entree snack vegan vegetarian
Ingredients (10 summer rolls)
10 Rice Paper Summer Roll Wrappers (10″)
8 oz tempeh (I like flax tempeh)
1 bunch washed cilantro, leaves removed from stems
3 sheets of seaweed (I like salted and sesame)
2 cups chopped romaine lettuce
1 cup sliced radishes
for the satay sauce
1 cup natural peanut butter
1/3 cup apple juice
1 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp sriracha sauce
1/2 tsp sesame oil
1/2 tsp white pepper
for the tempeh marinade
1/3 cup soy sauce
1 cup apple juice
2 tbsp wakame flake
1 tsp red pepper flake
1/3 cup coconut milk
slice the tempeh lengthwise and horizontally into 1/2″-4″-3/4″ strips
combine all of the ingredients of the marinade together in a shallow dish
set the tempeh in the marinade *submerge
let marinate overnight.
on a grill pan, sprayed with cooking spray, grill the tempeh for 2 minutes/side on medium high heat
to assemble!! follow this guy’s instructions with the ingredients I listed. I swear, it’s easy here
I am a complete music nerd. I’m NOT a music snob. Just…nerdy. I love love love everything from Dvorak to Debbie Harry. Much like books, I don’t really care what you’re into, as long as you OWN it, and listen. Music is so much more than background noise. It’s the heartbeat of motion and action. It’s the … Read more
You guys. I totally had a whole “Netflix/Advent/24 Days of Netflix” post planned for today, I did. There was going to be pop-ups, giveaways, references to sexual organs, more movies! All of it!
But then, this past week has put into a stark light why feminism and standing up to the man and, you know, the patriarchy is so important.
I want our daughters and sons to grow up expecting to see as many women in Congress, the Senate, in front of college classrooms, on the SCOTUS bench as they do men. I want them to know that women are completely autonomous from men, and not dependent on them to make their decisions for them regarding their bodies, how much they get paid, when they can have families, how they express their sexualities, and whether or not they choose to stay home or work outside of the home.
It sounds like a Utopia, but I don’t care. I’m tired of making excuses. I want it.
I want our daughters to know how kickass they are. I want to see the future Gloria Steinems and Audre Lordes and Elizabeth Warrens of the world pop-up and say “LISTEN!! WE ARE EQUAL, and WE ARE HERE!!” I want to see my daughter slay her own dragons, because she saw me slay them first, and knew it was possible.
This, THIS is why I won’t be doing the Merry Netflix post today.
Because there is something more pressing:
Women make the BEST superheroes.
Hear me out:
Kate Kane as Batwoman isn’t afraid to be 100% more vicious than her male counterpart, she’s more sexual, more gritty, more everything. Supergirl is innocent, yes, but she was sent TO PROTECT Superman. Her. Black Widow does it when she’s not fallen into a vat of nuclear reactor uranium or venom or benefit of extra-terrestrialism. Storm and Phoenix don’t blame their faults on anyone else (looking at you, Magneto!) and they manage to get shit done. The Scarlet Witch simply DGAF about worrying her pretty little head over the dumb stuff. Her husband, Vision is her PARTNER, NOT her savior.
And then there’s this lady
Jessica Jones. An orphan. A friendless waif of a woman who swills whiskey, manages her own shit, curses, has SEX, lives her life on her own terms, and KICKS SO MUCH ASS. Yes, I realize I’m discussing superheroes like they’re real people, but think about it, when you live with these characters for years, following them through all of their iterations and pages, movies and shows, they become a real part of what makes a superhero in your mind. They’re the archetypes, the ones you compare everyone else against. Be it for good or for ill, we project ourselves into these people and daydream and wish for possibilities. That is what makes the genre so spectacular. And Jessica Jones? She’s just so much.
And Netflix made her so much more. Netflix made her “Netflix and Chill” famous. The great thing about Netflix is that they’re so open to taking risks. Risks no network wil take. Sure, Showtime and HBO have sex and violence, and often both, but a feminist show that appeals to both genders, blows the Bechdel test out of the water, isn’t all about “Oh, but if I only had a man, or a penis, or matching shoes”??? Niet. Not before Netflix.
This show is NOT for kids. Not remotely. But many an undergrad dealing with those stupid feelings of inadequacy that show their ugly faces during times of crisis and stress will benefit from such a strong woman. And women my age and older? Well, we’ll just be tipping back our own dram and watching with our fists raised, periodically yelling “AMEN” at our ipads and televisions. She’s it. She’s it for us. We need more, we’ll always need more, but Jessica is LIFE. I am a shameless sycophant of this show that catches you from the first fifteen minutes and then sets you in its grip until you realize that hours and hours have passed, you are starting to smell funny, the coffee pot is empty, and your boss is wondering where you are.
Tomorrow is Halloween, and typically my favorite holiday of the year. It’s better than Festivus, New Year, Beltane, and Labor Day! It doesn’t require me to cook an elaborate meal that no one will eat, and there’s none of that awkward “did they really like their gift?” bits.
It’s all magic and mayhem.
But I have the plague.
So I am to be left at home with my hot cuppa (gin) and made to make merry all on my very own.
Alas, I am not of a mind to make merry as I seem to have fallen into a hole of fever and palsy, where tiny smears of putrifactive bits of my innermost anatomy are forcing their way out of my body in great heaving feats of expectoration, thus leaving me highly unsettled, and decidedly unmerry.
So I am clinging to the runner-up holiday of political insanity election day. I shall sit back in my fuzzy slipper boots, sip my hot gin and lemon sugar (or wassail), and binge watch political shows, movies, and the most-recent bad lip reading, which features the Democratic Debate.
It shall be glorious.
Though, it will still be difficult not to lament my lack of fancy dress or the ability to use my “these people will give out good candy” radar. I mean, it’s so well honed! I can spot a full-bar house from fifty paces.
I also wish full-bar meant “full bar” in the sense of more wassail for me.
Because I am a plague carrier, and have my weekend all planned out, I made y’all a top ten list.
The Top Ten Political Films on Netflix (right meow!)
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If you don’t love Harrison Ford, we can’t be friends.
Election made my month when I saw it was available.
For school, I’ve been reading a fuck ton of Victorian literature. So, why not a movie about Victoria?
This Netflix series makes me bite my nails, swear at the tv, and get really ragey that I must wait for the next season after I gorge myself on an entire season in a day.
I’m noticing a Spacey theme.
This mini-series made me inexplicably happy.
Remember when John Oliver subbed for Jon Stewart? This is why.
How I love this movie. It’s so poignant given the current political climate.
I LOVE AMERICAN HISTORY. Wait, that sounded bad. I am driven to learn American History so that I may have an impact on its future, because, we fucked up all the things.
I also made a yummy, snackable recipe for you to enjoy with these. I took a classic southern dish, the corn fritter, and gave it a bit of flair.
Tex-Mex Corn Fritters
Tex-Mex Corn Fritters
by Cat Bowen
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 20 minutes of frying time if y
Keywords: fry vegan vegetarian
OIL FOR FRYING. I used coconut
1 1/2 cups of flour
3/4 cup buttermilk or unsweetened almond milk
2 eggs or 2 flax eggs
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp honey
1 tsp salt
1/2 cup frozen corn kernels
1/4 cup chopped cilantro
3 stalks of scallions, chopped
3 tbsp chopped pickled jalapeno peppers
1/4 tsp white pepper
1/2 cup shredded cheese
honestly, it doesn’t matter how you mix these up.
Just get them combined.
Get your oil hot in a deep fryer or saucepan or deep skillet.
*if you need to guess the temp, when it starts to ripple, stick the end of a wooden spoon into the oil, if the spoon looks like it’s frying–you’re gtg. Turn the heat to medium at this point.
Using a 1/2 oz cookie scoop, scoop balls into the oil. Don’t crowd the pan, that’ll make the oil get cold and the fritters get greasy. You don’t want a greasy ball. (today–I mean, I’m not judging your personal life.)
flip them after 2 minutes, or if you’re using a deep fryer, just take them out after they are golden brown and delish.
salt again IMMEDIATELY after you take them out and put them on a strainer or paper-lined plate.
If you want to go wild, DIP IN GUAC! (YES, I KNOW IT’S EXTRA.)