Better Than Candied Yams

Thanksgiving is right around the corner, and I’d like to spend a few blog entries suggesting delicious, more life-affirming versions of some of my holiday favorites.  I’d also love to help you veganize your favorite recipes so leave me a Thanksgiving food question.

I fancy myself a blues musician in the kitchen using what is available to me, improvising on what was passed down, and creating something new and hopefully better in the process.  Particularly during the holiday season–Thanksgiving, Christmas, Kwanzaa, and New Years–, I find myself wanting the southern comfort, traditions and love evoked by Soul Food, but the blues artist in me wants to put her own, more life affirming spin on it.

And so it is with candied yams, the base of which is a root vegetable packed with  protein, fiber, potassium, iron, and antioxidants like Vitamin C and Vitamin A in the form of beta-carotene.  Candied yams is one of my absolute favorite Soul Food holiday dishes. I grew up eating it prepared with sweet potatoes that had been baked whole, sliced, covered with a syrupy glaze made with loads of butter and processed white sugar, and baked again.

Now I improvise by peeling, slicing, and steaming the sweet potatoes because steaming intensifies the potato’s vibrant orange color and is a faster cooking method than baking whole potatoes.  My modified version also calls for Sugar in the Raw in place of white sugar and Earth Balance Vegan Buttery Sticks instead of butter.  Earth Balance is a combination of palm fruit, canola, soybean, flax and olive oils that is vegan, gluten free, and GMO (Genetically Modified Organism) free.  Just as important, Earth Balance looks, acts, and tastes like butter.

Together these three things make for a healthier version of traditional candied yams, and I’m willing to guarantee that no one at your dinner table will notice and surely not mind once they savor a mouthful. For the vegan version below, I took the traditional recipe from Sheila Ferguson’s Soul Food: Classic Cuisine from the Deep South  and veganized it, demonstrating that knowledge of simple vegan substitutions can be practiced with all kinds of  cookbooks.

Enjoy and let me know how yours turn out!

Better Than Candied Yams

Ingredients (Note the short list of simple ingredients.)

my vegan candied yams, which I call Better Than Candied Yams

4 medium-sized sweet potatoes

½ cup Earth Balance Vegan Butter

1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

½ cup sugar in the raw

½ cup water

In a large pot with a tightly fitting lid, add water about an inch high.  Then add a steamer basketWhile the water is coming to a boil, peel and slice potatoes 1/3 to 1/2 inch thick.  Place sliced potatoes on top of the steamer basket.  Cover the pot with a tightly fitting lid.  While you do not want the water to come above the bottom of the steamer basket, be careful not to boil out all of the water by simply adding more if necessary.

While the potatoes are steaming, prepare the glaze by adding the remaining ingredients to a small sauce pan.  I like to melt the Earth Balance Vegan Butter over low heat first, then add the sugar, then add the water and lemon juice.  Whisk the ingredients together.  Once all of the ingredients are combined, turn the heat up high.  Let the glaze heat until it coats a spoon, a process that should take 3 to 5 minutes. By the time the glaze forms, the sweet potatoes should be tender enough for the next step.

Coat a 2 quart baking dish with canola oil cooking spray or with Earth Balance.  Layer the potatoes in the baking dish.  Pour the hot syrup over the sweet potatoes and bake uncovered for 25 to 35 minutes or until light golden.  Baste a couple of times during baking.

Enjoy with greens and other Soul Food!

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Contradictions, Saks and Vegan Soul

By Featured Guest Blogger, Fia Curley

By now, most people are aware of the end-times weather plaguing the D.C. metro area. Earthquakes, hurricanes and flash flood warnings can be a little unnerving, but when you have the opportunity to guest blog for Levita “Vita” Mondie, somehow things seem right with the world and torrential downpours and standing water no longer seem so daunting.

Crazy, I know. But for a food lover—as in tuna-loving, meat eater with a passion for eggs who always orders the barbacoa burrito at Chipotle—being able to write on a vegan blog is a bit of a contradiction. The thought that I would enjoy greens that were cooked without meat, also seemed a little strange.

Now, I love to eat, to the point where my empty plate is usually greeted by questions of “where does all that go” or “how do you stay so skinny,” or the last one I got from a guy I went to lunch with, “oh, I forgot you said you can eat.” I’m still not sure if that was a compliment.

But for someone who’s grown up with gifted, Southern cooks in the family, good food, including soul food, was a staple for years. That all changed when one of my younger siblings was diagnosed with high cholesterol as a toddler, which sent my mother on a health crusade. Our meals of greasy, baked macaroni and cheese, meat loaf, creamy mashed potatoes and tasty green beans were avoided. Instead, we saw plates filled with more vegetables, and salads became an entire meal, with 2 percent milk as our “drink of choice.”

I remember it being a rough transition— especially the milk— but I realize, now, that my mom was right. And now I find it hard to drink whole milk—is it just me, or is that stuff as thick as egg nog?—and you can often find me eating a huge salad (with tuna) for lunch and doing my satisfied happy dance when I’m done. But being vegan never crossed my mind. It seemed like an extreme form of being a vegetarian and completely undoable to me. My one and only brief stint as a vegan was during a church-wide fast, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t occasionally find myself daydreaming about meat during that week.

So I was surprised to meet a very down-to-earth Levita Mondie, who didn’t look like she was wasting away due to her veganism.

My good fortune came about due to my work with the Office of Minority Health and their collaboration with Sak’s Fifth Avenue for Fashion’s Night Out… in Good Taste and Health event. The goal was to raise awareness about infant mortality, which is the death of a baby before the first birthday, and how it can affect any woman, regardless of the socioeconomic status, particularly in the black community.

As one of the chefs presenting at the event, Vita set up her station quickly, while educating Saks shoppers about the nutrients found in kale as they peered at samples in small white  cups. Sure it smelled good, but after the throng devolved into smacking, mmm’s and vigorous nodding, I had to take a sample.

Then I took a couple more.

I was slightly shocked when I tasted a sample of three different types of kale that not only had flavor, but actually tasted good, like she had let a smoked turkey wing soak for 30 minutes before arriving at Tysons Galleria.

Did I know there was anything other than good ol’ down home greens cooked with salt pork or fat back? I’d heard rumors but didn’t really believe them. But I learned that day at Saks that there is curly, dinosaur and red kale, which our chef and educator had displayed in the raw form along with her other ingredients so we could recognize them during our

Vita going over three types of kale, including dinosaur kale

next shopping trip.  And Vita even used the hard stem of the leaves instead of chopping them off and throwing them away.

Still somewhat skeptical, I followed Vita up to the third floor of Saks as she prepared for a cooking demo, keeping a watchful eye on her ingredients to make sure no necks, wings or feet slipped into the pot. As she prepped for the demo and country music blared through the store speakers, she took a moment to relay her own experience with veganism to Karen Onori, a Healthy Baby preconception peer educator and mother of a 7-year-old girl, who wanted to know how she could “get there,” too after making a decision to become healthier.

Last year Karen, now 39, had a little conversation with her nutritionist.

“I wanted to be healthier and I wanted to avoid diabetes and I had hypertension and wanted that gone,” she said. “The best example for a child is a parent, but we don’t think about how we need to take care of our bodies.”

Vita shared some of her “veganizing” tips, revealed her disgust for most vegan cheese and her experiences of cooking through trial and error.

By this time, a crowd had gathered, readying for the demo. The country crooning was switched out for a remixed and jilted Adele and Vita was mic’ed up and ready to go. Without a turkey wing or animal body part in sight, Vita heated freshly cut garlic and olive oil in a pot and began finely chopping curly green kale on her wooden cutting board. With a few douses of liquid aminos, agave nectar and apple cider vinegar in the pot, she told us about her beginnings in the vegan world of cooking, shared some of her favorite soul dishes and gave Tonya Lewis Lee, spokeswoman for the OMH Healthy Baby Begins with You campaign and fellow vegan, tips on being a master at substituting ingredients. Within minutes the vibrant green kale and smell of garlic had us salivating and the table was bum-rushed for more samples, particularly by the children.

After that demo and Vita’s quip about being able to make some good vegan buttermilk biscuits, I have to be honest and admit I’m intrigued. I can’t say I’m ready to throw myself into veganism and never look back, but her reasoning for becoming vegan—her mom and her health and the health of her family—did make me ponder my lunch of leftover Labor Day steak. She had a lot of great info about what it means to be vegan and how it could benefit you physically. So while I need to do some more research, I think I’ll try my hand at her garlicky kale recipe and hope it makes my mama proud and satisfies my family during Thanksgiving dinner this year. We’ll see.

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*Fia Curley is the Writer/Editor for the Office of Minority Health Resource Center, loves eating food, especially desserts, enjoys naps, good books, finishing a workout, spending time with family, taking adventures in far-flung and unexpected places, writing about life, health and family and learning new things so she can brainstorm solutions.

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About that Bachelor Party. . .

So I did my first bachelor party. . .no no no I don’t mean I was scantily clad “dancing” in front of a throng of men in a hotel suite raining dollar bills. . .the typical celebration of the doomed’s, I mean the groom’s, last night of freedom.  This was not that lewd, male ritual that wives, fiancés, girlfriends, and, even jump-off chicks want their men to stay away from.  In fact, most women I know would have begged their man to go, and even dressed them for and dropped them off at the bachelor party that I had the pleasure of doing for this was a cooking bachelor party.   

”We’ve been joking that in your house the big dilemma will be ‘To Beef or Not to Beef’ since Michelle doesn’t eat red meat,” the host, John, teased during his introduction to the evening. “Which is why I invited Levita here tonight, to do a cooking lesson so we, but especially you, Kofi, could learn something that you can use at home with the Mrs.”

“I would like to start by having each of you say your name, for my sake, and a word of  reflection about, insights on, or advice to Kofi about food, romance, love, and marriage. . . Who wants to go first?” 

“My fiancé and I really enjoy cooking together.  It is one of the most intimate things you can do with a person,” shared Tony, who is the most recently engaged of the four friends. Later, in the midst of making a delicious orange glaze for the sweet potato dish, Tony shared that his fiancé is someone he grew up with, someone whose family went to church with his family.  “Sometimes what you’re looking for has been right under your nose all along.”

“Well, I consider the kitchen my domain, and I don’t really want my wife in here with me. . .but I do see food as a way to feed a person’s spirit,” added John, the foodie and host, whose domain was a chef’s dream–two dish washers, an 8-burner Viking stove, two ovens, and a sub-zero refrigerator, granite counter tops, and an island that opens to guests in the family room, dining room, and porch dining area.  I can see why he’d want it all to himself.

The groom chimed in, “I knew things were serious with me and Michelle when I cooked a meal for her. . .I set up a table in my hallway and placed a gift under her chair.  It was when I gave her a key to my house.  What I was saying with the food and the key is ‘here, I am giving you access to all that I have.’”  O.K. I damn near lost my composure on that one. . .that was until, Arthur, perhaps the smoothest of the bunch, added the most insightful comment on food, romance, love, and marriage.

“I ain’t gonna  lie. . . when I was in college and funds were limited, I cooked as a prelude to . . .yawl know what I’m talking about.”

“And just how far did the Ramen noodles get you, man?” John asked, cracking us all up . 

“Something magical does happen when you cook for someone, but especially, when you do it with her,” I added.  “Bonding and connection takes place.  In the context of a family or a romantic relationship, when you feed someone, you are providing a potential source of healing.  What you prepare can set someone up for life and longevity or set her up for disease and degeneration. . . Treat meals like they are special, sacred even—a time to be present.  Cook together often, set the table, light a candle, put out some fresh flowers, and eat from your finest dishes, like the new ones you’ll receive as a wedding gift.  All of that will go a long long way. . .”

On that note, the men put on their aprons, went to their food stations, and began their cooking assignments.  John had chosen an extensive soul food menu, enough for each person to be responsible for two dishes.  Arthur was on the vegan mac and cheese, John on the garlicky kale, Tony on the barbeque tofu, and Kofi on the corn bread.  Then, in pairs, Kofi and Tony prepared the orange glazed sweet potatoes while Arthur and John prepared a peach cobbler that tasted as good as grandma’s but without the eggs or butter.  Arthur prepared the filling with sliced peaches that he decided to leave the skin on while John prepared the perfect, homemade crust. 

I tried hard to be a fly on the wall and stick to guiding these beautiful men through the preparation of the dishes.  Together we came up with some creative solutions like using a metal colander with holes instead of a sifter for the cornbread’s dry ingredients.  And when we didn’t have an egg substitute for the cornbread, Kofi suggested we use pureed pear since I had shared earlier that apple sauce is a great substitute for eggs in things like cookies, pancakes and cupcakes.  His instinct worked like a charm.  And in the absence of an actual rolling pin, I filled a bottle that was just emptied of refreshing, Italian soda with plain water, and John rolled away.

After he put the cobbler in the oven, he set the table on the outdoor porch, we joined hands, and, the groom said a heartfelt grace, thanking God for all that had taken place that evening.  The men fixed their plates and dined together.  Among other things, they reminisced about days at UVA and unforgettable moments since, debated about R. Kelly, and talked about wedding planning, “Listen closely, Tony, because you might learn something about why a destination wedding might be the way to go. . .there is a reason why you might not want to be uninvolved in the planning process,” John offered. 

By the time I joined them at the table with a pitcher of my hibiscus tea, the recipe for which is a well-guarded secret, the groom’s plate was clean, and his friends’ plates were headed in the same direction.  Each was proud of just how delicious his vegan, soul food dish turned out. 

I was witnessing (black) maleness at its finest. . .the sensuous way in which each man talked about food and love, the quiet power that each possessed, the competitiveness, but mostly creativity and camaraderie in the kitchen. . . There I go again losing my composure.

 

To see vegan recipes for the orange glazed sweet potatoes, barbeque tofu, cornbread and more, see the article “Vegan Soul Grows in Anacostia” from The Washington Post.

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No Strangers at the Bottom of the Callaloo Bowl

Sundays are oftentimes a busy day in our home.  Mainly because I tend to wake up inspired to cook something delicious and involved.  As impromptu as the meals themselves are the people who end up around our dinner table.  Sometimes I plan on one or two guests ahead of time, but most often, I start cooking and, in the midst of grating ginger or marinating tofu, I call or text a neighbor, my sister, or a family friend,  “I’m cooking callaloo, stop by if you wanna eat.” At least one somebody shows up, and almost always, one, two or even three other folks who  “just happen to be in the neighborhood” end up at the table too.  I never mind, though, because we always seem to have enough, and the combination of folks always seems just right.

And so it was one August Sunday when I was scheduled to go to brunch with my new friend Rebecca, a lovely woman from the Philippines by way of Oakland, California, whom my family hosted for two weeks at the end of July.  Since, as a teacher, I’m off during the summer, I had time and energy to cook even more than usual during Rebecca’s time with us.  She had a severe sinus headache when she first arrived, and I saw it as a culinary adventure to figure out what I could prepare to alleviate it.  “Let me make you some hibiscus tea.  The flowers are very high in vitamin C and, from my own experience, I know it helps with coughs, colds, and respiratory stuff.”  With the fresh lemon juice and pureed ginger root that I added to the tea, I was hopeful Rebecca would feel some relief, and she did, but was in need of much more.  The next day I made Ghanaian peanut stew, which included a base of tomatoes, garlic, ginger, peanut butter, and habanera pepper, one of the hottest peppers “in all God’s creation,” as my grandmama would say.  While only one pepper is necessary to give a kick to a whole pot of this stew, I added three of those bad boys to help relieve Rebecca’s congestion. . .and that worked.  Between the sweet potato, corn, and okra that were added to the spicy base, Rebecca’s sinus congestion was no more.  

About two weeks after Rebecca’s stay had ended, we bumped into each other at an area co-op and decided to have brunch the next day on the August Sunday that I was referring to.  But by mid-Sunday morning I had changed my mind and asked if she could come over for a dinner of sweet plantain, channa and callaloo instead.  I was anxious to try making callaloo since I had bought the ingredients a few days before.  I had gotten advice on how to make it from everyone, including a Trinidadian hospital attendant who provided care for a dear friend of mine during his stay in a D.C. hospital.  I asked him the two questions that almost always lead to unexpected but interesting places.  The first, “I hear an accent, where are you from?” and the second, “Do you know how to make. . .,” in this case, “callaloo?”  His accent immediately took me to some faraway, unfamiliar place, and brought to mind a set of spices and delectable Caribbean dishes. 

“You’ve got to get dasheen. . .you need the dasheen leaves.  Get you a bunch of those.  Then you get the okra.  Some thyme.  A bay leaf.  And you must have the coconut milk.”  He went on for a good 29 minutes with a few interjections from me, and, most fascinatingly, without ever giving an exact measurement.  “Do not kill it with the pepper.  Do not blend it.  Let it simmer down.”  I listened with wide-eyed, attention, and I just knew that receiving this Trinidadian recipe from a Trinidadian man in a Trinidadian accent meant that my callaloo was going to be authentic and delicious even though I had seen no parts of Trinidad. 

I later learned that dasheen is another name for the leaves of taro root and that the Trinidadian version I wanted to make was not the only version, for several different Caribbean countries have their unique spins on callaloo, including Haiti, Guyana, and Barbados.  When I asked my friend Takeyah, who is from Trinidad, about making it,  she expressed her preference for Jamaican callaloo, which she pointed out did not call for okra.   I also solicited insider advice from friends on Facebook.  My friend LaShonda, whose husband is Trinidadian, told me I must get the green seasonings, which I assumed were the green herbs like bay leaves and thyme called for in the Trini version.

Once I settled on a recipe by Chef Emeril that I found on the internet, Rebecca, who had arrived at our home about 40 minutes earlier, joined in the preparation.  “Can I chop something?. . .I have some salsa music on my phone. . .let’s play some and hook it up to these speakers.”  With salsa playing, she chopped onion, minced garlic, and sliced plantain.  We took turns taking pictures and even video taped our adventure in the kitchen.  Improvising was also a major part of our callaloo exploration.  Emeril’s version, which was based on the traditional Trinidadian dish, called for coconut milk, which I forgot to buy.  I substituted dried, unsweetened, baking coconut and almond milk instead.  Blended with the callaloo leaves, okra, thyme, and garlic, our coconut milk substitute worked like a charm. Rather than letting the okra and leaves simmer down as the hospital attendant advised, I cooked the dasheen until they were tender, turned off the stove, put the raw okra in the hot water with the leaves, and covered the pot with a tight fitting lid until the okra was just tender.  Using a slotted spoon, I transferred the leaves and the okra to the blender and pureed them with the dried coconut, almond milk, and thyme.  About that time the phone rang, and just like that two more guests were expected to stop by “just to say hi.’”  By the time the callaloo was pureed and in a pot with sautéed garlic and onions, the rice, channa, and fried plantain were also ready.  Shortly thereafter, the door bell rang.  It was Ellis and his friend, Marta, whom he’d wanted me to meet several times before to talk about vegan cooking classes.  She was an artist and, like me, an educator who grew up in Historic Anacostia, and her mom and dad still live in her childhood home around the corner. 

“Yawl hongry?. . .Ellis knew there was going to be food here. . .You need to always keep something to drink with you so you can bring it when you ‘just happen to be in the neighborhood,’”  I teased. 

They went outside to let the car windows up, and before they made it back into the house, our neighbor Chekesha poked her head in the living room window, “Hey there, Levita, I put some stuff in your compost.”

“Thank you, Che Che. . .You hongry?”

“No I just ate, but I smell the curry all the way to the sidewalk.”

The combination of folks on this particular Sunday ended up being a carpenter/master storyteller from Rocky Mountain, North Carolina, a Native Washingtonian/art curator/educator, a business woman from the Philippines, a 12 year-old artist, and a 10 year-old athlete, and me, a southern, vegan chef/educator.  As always, my daughters and I welcomed folks who may have seemed random at some point in time but by the bottom of our bowls of callaloo there were no strangers at our dinner table. 

 

The following recipe was my starting point.  I used it mainly to see the ingredients but improvised in several ways.  I omitted the butter and sweet potato, used a dried chipotle pepper to add some smokiness and heat and used dried coconut and almond milk in place of actual coconut milk. 

Callaloo Recipe

courtesy Emeril Lagasse, 2002

(from www.foodnetwork.com)

Prep Time: 20 min;  Cook Time: 15 min

Level: Easy;   Serves: 4 servings

Ingredients

  • 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1 cup chopped yellow onions
  • 1 sweet potato, peeled and small diced
  • 2 teaspoons minced garlic
  • 1 to 1 1/2 teaspoons minced, seeded scotch bonnet pepper, depending upon taste
  • 1 teaspoon chopped fresh thyme
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 1 pound fresh callaloo leaves or spinach (about 8 cups of leaves), ribs/stems discarded, well rinsed, and chiffonaded
  • 3/4 cup unsweetened coconut milk
  • 3 cups water

Directions

In a large saute pan, melt the butter over medium-high heat. Add the onions and cook, stirring, for 4 minutes. Add the sweet potato, garlic, peppers, thyme, salt, and pepper, and cook stirring for 30 seconds. Add the greens and cook, stirring for 1 minute. Add the coconut milk and the water. Cook, stirring, until the leaves and sweet potatoes are tender and the liquid is slightly reduced, about 10 minutes. Remove from the heat and adjust the seasoning, to taste.

Serve hot or warm with rice and hot pepper sauce on the side.

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Black Rice, “The Forbidden Rice”

Hi Levita, I hope you are well.
I have been hearing a lot in the media recently about the health benefits of eating black rice. I don’t recall ever seeing this in the grocery store, and am not sure if I would even like it. Can you recommend any easy recipes that would incorporate this ingredient?
Thanks,
Andrew

I am well, and thank you for this inquiry, Andrew. Because I have never seen black rice, let alone bought or tasted it, your question prompted me to do a little culinary investigation. A CNN Health article by Carina Storrs entitled “Is Black Rice the New Brown?” outlines some history, health benefits and culinary uses of black rice. According to Storrs, legend has it that black rice was so delicious, nutritious and rare that back in the day it was reserved for the pleasure and consumption of emperors and royalty in places like China. Perhaps the health benefits of black rice offer a partial explanation as to why it was so revered.  Like other red, blue and black fruits, vegetables and grains that are high in anthocyanins (which is in the color of these foods and is the source of the antioxidants) “whole” black rice–that which still has its bran intact–is full of health benefits.  It is high in iron, fiber and antioxidants, particularly Vitamin E, and lower in sugar than its fruit counterparts, and therefore considered an even better preventative measure against (or alleviator of) chronic inflammation, allergies, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, diabetes, Alzheimer’s, heart disease, certain cancers, and even aging according to articles listed at www.blackrice.com, a non-profit dedicated solely to disseminating knowledge about this super food. 

As far as culinary uses, I’m inclined to try it as a plain side dish as I would plain brown or white rice.  Storrs’s article cites the texture as chewy and the flavor as nutty with floral undertones. In various parts of Asia, black rice is also made into a breakfast porridge and lots of tasty desserts.  The Purple Rice Pudding with Rose Water Dates from Epicurious.com is one that I am eager to try. I like the ingredients list for it, including the two I’ve never experimented with, the black rice and the rose water.  My mouth began to salivate, too, when I read over the recipes for more savory dishes like Black Rice with Scallions and Sweet Potato, also from Epicurious and a five-star rated Black Rice Risotto recipe from Foodnetwork.com. 

Although it’s history traces back to various parts of Asia, and it has been referred to as “the forbidden rice” because, according to legend, regular people could be killed if caught with black rice without the approval of the proper authorities, those of us who are not emperors or of a royal family can possibly find it at Whole Foods, My Organic Market (MOM’s), area food coops, and local Asian markets.  Blackrice.com not only educates its readers by citing the latest studies about black rice, but it also lists places to buy it.  In addition to the rice pudding above, I’m going to try the recipe below, which was complete with two places from which to order the rice, Kalustyan’s, www.kalustyans.com, 800-352-3451 and Indian Harvest, www.indianharvest.com, 800-294-2433.  There are lots of other on-line places to purchase black rice and find recipes.  Find a dish that appeals to you, prepare it, and let me know how it turns out.

 

Black Rice with Scallions and Sweet Potatoes (from Epicurious.com) blackrice

Gourmet | January 2004

Yield: Makes 4 servings
Active Time: 15 minutes
Total Time: 40 minutes

ingredients

3/4 cup Chinese black rice
1 1/2 cups water
3/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 bunch scallions, chopped (3/4 cup)
1 tablespoon minced peeled fresh ginger
1 large sweet potato (12 to 14 ounces), peeled and cut into 1/2-inch dice
Garnish: chopped scallion greens

preparation

Rinse rice in a sieve under cold water. Bring rice, water, and 1/2 teaspoon salt to a boil in a 1 1/2- to 2-quart heavy saucepan, then reduce heat to low and cook rice, covered, until tender and most of water is absorbed, about 30 minutes. Let rice stand, covered, off heat 10 minutes.

While rice cooks, heat oil in a 12-inch heavy nonstick skillet over moderately high heat until hot but not smoking and sauté scallions, ginger, and sweet potato, stirring, until coated well, about 2 minutes. Reduce heat to moderate and add remaining 1/4 teaspoon salt and pepper to taste, then cook, covered, stirring occasionally, until potato is just tender, about 12 minutes. Add rice and toss gently to combine.

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Pesto and Lavender Moscato

Tonight I am sitting on my front porch in Historic Anacostia taking in views of the Capitol and Library of Congress to my left and views of the city beyond the Frederick Douglass House to the front of me, views that make the perfect accompaniment to a bowl of linguini tossed with fresh pesto and a glass of moscato infused with lavender.  In bare feet I picked the basil from the herb garden in our front yard.  In bare feet I prepared the pesto and flavored the moscato with lemongrass incense burning and Anthony David serenading.  And in bare feet, I sit on my porch savoring it all by candlelight. . .

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In the July/August 2011 issue of Psychology Today, I ran across a short piece headed “Basil:  The most-used herb in the world can stand on its own stem” by Hara Estroff Marano.  From it, I was reminded that basil is in the mint family and learned that it comes from the Greek word meaning sovereign.  In addition, the article highlighted basil’s many benefits, including being antibacterial and anti-inflammatory and being an excellent source of beta-carotene, magnesium, iron, calcium, and B Vitamins, including folate.  To get the maximum benefit from pesto, the article says to eat it fresh or soon after putting it on something hot, like pasta, potatoes and bread. 

I used the recipe that appeared in Psychology Today as the starting point for my revised vegan version that features nutritional yeast as an alternative to the parmesan cheese usually called for in pesto.   In addition to its delicious buttery, cheesy, nutty flavor, nutritional yeast is high in protein, B vitamins, and fiber!  Read more about its benefits.

Vita’s Vegan Pesto

Ingredients:

1 1/4 cup fresh basil leaves, washed and pat dry 

1/3 cup olive oil

1/2 cup walnuts

2 cloves garlic, peeled

3 Tablespoons nutritional yeast

1 tomato chopped

sea salt to taste

black pepper to taste

Directions:

Add olive oil, nuts, garlic, and basil to the bowl of the blender and pulse until a paste is formed.  Transfer paste to a glass bowl.  Stir in the nutritional yeast.  Add salt and pepper to taste.  Don’t be afraid to go with your taste buds.  Stir in chopped tomatoes.

Enjoy immediately after tossing on hot pasta or potatoes or after spreading on warm bread.  A dollop of pesto in the center of a bowl of soup is also quite delicious.  Use it in place of regular sandwich spreads or enjoy pesto as an alternative to tomato-based pizza sauce.

To keep it from turning brown, put pesto in an airtight container with a thin layer of olive oil poured over it.

And most of all, enjoy!

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Shortbread with Currants Soaked in Rum

I’m not big on shortbread, but upon reading the ingredient list for a Rum Raisin Shortbread Recipe in Martha Stewart Living, I decided I wanted to make my own.  Perhaps it was the confectioners sugar, currants and dark rum that motivated me; I love the flavor and depth that is added to baked goods when alcohol is added.  Drizzling brandy in my homemade, vegan, cinnamon rolls, for example, turns them into “heaven on a plate” as one of my students once exclaimed, and I imagined that currants soaked in rum would do the same in this shortbread recipe. 

In preparing these cookies, I realized that a distinguishing trait of shortbread is its saltiness and another one is its crumbly texture, which seems to come from the use of confectioners sugar rather than granulated sugar.  I was also excited about the use of currants because I prefer their smaller size and more intense flavor over that of regular raisins.  I didn’t realize how hard it would be to find currants though.  I went to three different stores, including two Yes Organic Markets and a CVS, before finding some at the Harris Teeter nearest my home.

Veganizing this recipe was quite easy, since the only animal product or by-product was butter, for which I substituted Earth Balance Vegan Buttery Sticks, which worked like a charm.  Other than this modification, I followed the recipe word for word.

Try it for yourself and let me know how it turns out or tell me more about your favorite kind of shortbread.

 

Rum Raisin Short Bread (reprinted from Martha Stewart Living with my personal notes in parentheses)

These cookies are studded with dried currants, which are tiny raisins made from Zante grapes. The currants must be soaked overnight, so you’ll need to plan your craving a day in advance.

Yield

Makes about 4 1/2 dozen

Ingredients

1/2 cup dark rum

1 cup dried currants

1 cup unsalted butter, room temperature (Earth Balance Vegan Buttery Sticks is my favorite butter substitute.) 

3/4 cup confectioners sugar

1/2 teaspoon finely grated orange zest

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour (I love King Arthur’s All Purpose Flour .)

3/4 cup finely shredded unsweetened coconut

1 teaspoon coarse salt (I used sea salt.)

Directions

1. Combine rum and currants. Cover and let stand at room temperature overnight. Drain, reserving 2 tablespoons rum.

2. Beat butter, sugar, and orange zest with a mixer on medium speed until creamy and smooth, about 2 minutes. Add vanilla and reserved rum, and beat until combined. Reduce speed to low. Add flour, coconut, and salt, and beat for 3 minutes. Stir in currants by hand.

3. Form dough into 2 logs, each about 1 1/2 inches in diameter; wrap in parchment, and refrigerate 1 hour or up to 3 days.

4. Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Remove parchment. Slice logs into 1/4-inch-thick rounds, and space about 1 inch apart on baking sheets lined with parchment. Bake until pale golden, about 20 minutes. Let cool.

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