Lent is over and so is my incubation with my vegan concept Sprouts.
I decided to plant my sprouts somewhere else because the air got a little bit stifling.
It was a pleasure meeting so many people, some of them are followers of the blog and some are followers of the restaurant, while some are curious to know what vegan creations I was concocting. Very few were the dissatisfied ones, mostly the heavy meat eaters, or the ones deceived into dining at Sprouts. So many recipes prepared, so much pleasure in cooking and seeing hungry people savoring every last spoon of each dish. Continue reading
Another lazy post. Or lazy recipe.
As I usually do, I write recipes I’ve made and posts I want to publish in the notes app on my phone. I write wherever I’m at.
This time it’s the bus.
My daily commute.
It’s an adventure being on a bus, and being carless makes that adventure a daily routine I don’t think about anymore. If you are in — or you’ve been to — Lebanon, you know how careful drivers are, and how they care for the passengers that they don’t blast bad music across the bus, smoke, allow smoking, drink, catcall, or treat migrant workers badly. This fell into the routine that every time I tell someone I took the bus they whistle in exclamation and comment on the effort I made to get there.
Still skeptical about homemade nut butters?
Here’s another one to try.
The first time I tried peanut butter, I bought a common brand jar. The content was firm like soft cheese and can be scooped, actually cut leaving the spoon clean. I tried it and was not impressed at all. A thick fatty and salty mixture with a very unpleasant taste.
Tasting other brands in giving it another chance got me hooked. But looking at the ingredients, I got concerned. Yes, I read the label. And you should too.
I snapped a few photos of the ingredients of peanut butter jars available at a supermarket. See for yourself.