Creamy Cucumber Vinaigrette

Our stupid fridge started freezing everything. We figure it’s because we put the milk on the top shelf, on its side (they’re the little soy-milk quarts, with the plastic screw-top). In pulling the milk out, if you’re not careful, you end up brushing up against the temperature control knob. Of course, coming out of the fridge is just the direction to spin things towards freezing. Also, of course, you’re not likely to notice. Out of necessity (and a truly annoying refrigerator), invention is born!

We took our frozen cucumber and set it out on the counter, hoping that it would be somewhat salvageable when it thawed out. No such luck. It did, however, turn into a great ingredient for salad dressing!

Creamy Cucumber Vinaigrette

  • 1 cucumber, cut into chunks
  • 1 whole onion, cut into chunks
  • 1 Tbsp mustard
  • 1 “brick” silken tofu
  • 1 cup cider vinegar
  • 1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
  • 1/8 cup lime juice
  • pinch salt
  • black pepper
  1. Blend until creamy
  2. Jar

It’s fresh, creamy, tasty … and sort of foamy. It’s a wee bit strange (with the foaminess), but it works nicely, and saves on us having to go buy anything. A definite plus, and a tasty addition to lunch!

Pancakes: A Compromise

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One of my best memories of childhood is of time spent with my Auntie Joy and Uncle Gene. Now, Gene and Joy are “aunt and uncle” merely because that’s what they let me call them, but you know what they say about friends being the family that you choose. Instead of going the “Dr. and Mrs.” route, they preferred the openness of Auntie and Uncle, and because of that, and manifold other reasons, I choose them to be family.

I met them when I was very young, when they headed up a children’s church group, Pathfinders, which is conceptually a lot like Boy Scouts and Brownies, except the boys and girls, aged about 10-17, all hang out together. We had a lot of fun — we attempted to start fires using flint and sticks (much harder than it looks on TV), sang, listened to hobo stories, roasted marshmallows, learned to bake potatoes in coals and beans in coffee cans over tripods of sticks, tied knots, identified edible plants, dug latrines, made tents out of plastic sheeting, decorated cakes, arranged flowers, identified stars, birds, seeds, rocks and cloud formations, found fossils, hunted geodes in the Nevada dessert and played massive games of Sardines in the dark with only the stars and compasses to guide us.* I was only allowed into this group for a limited time – my father had some idea that I needed to stay home — but I loved every moment I was allowed to be there. Loved it.

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Uncle Gene was the Sunday morning chef on our many weekend backpack and camping trips, and occasionally he would make — for all of us — his artery-clogging, so delicious, deep fried… funnel cake pancakes. They were alleged to be pancakes, anyway, but he dropped the batter into two inches of oil, and they were lacy and gorgeous and crisp and seriously, definitely, deep fried. I remember my mother came on a pack trip with us once and was horrified — and amused — and Uncle Gene fussed at her to get out of his “kitchen” and mind her own business and eat what was put before her. Of course, even Mom loved those pancakes, even if, in good conscience, she couldn’t eat more than one. Or two.

But I still love them. I still think of them with great fondness, and a kind of bright-hearted happiness that I had when I was on those trips, away from home, being cared for as if I were the most special kid in the group. And, I have to admit, I’ve been trying to recapture those pancakes forever.

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There’s a crepe shack across the street from our house. It’s a single wide trailer with lights and awnings that never moves. It opens for lunch, and stays open late into the long, light summer evenings, and when the midnight pub crowds dwindle, they often head over to get a bit of food into themselves before they wander home. We’ve seen the crepe place and heard that the crepes were “okay, if you like that kind of thing” from a couple of people, and so in a fit of randomness D. brought home a couple flavored with lemon and sugar, and one with hazelnut chocolate. They smelled nice, and looked beautiful, but they were eggy, rubbery, and not good. I sampled bites from both and gave up. When D. came up with this recipe, he was remembering the thinness of the crepes — but fortunately, without using eggs, we get a lovely, light bubbly batter for our pancakes.

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Whole wheat flour can be not the most “light” ingredient, and my conscience, not to mention my pot belly, urges me not to indulge in deep fried anything. But D. came up with a pretty good sans eggs compromise on the pancakes of my imagination. Uncle Gene would probably not agree to any compromises, but he’s just not the compromising type, trust me on this. He is eighty-some odd years old, has weathered cancer and the annoyances of aging with aplomb and is still going strong way up in Oregon, growing his blackberries and with my every-young Auntie Joy at his side.

Compromise Corn Cakes
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  • 1 block silken tofu
  • 1 cup medium corn polenta
  • 1 cup AP flour
  • 2 tbsp. ground flax seed
  • 2 tbsp. wheat germ
  • 2 tbsp. xylitol or sugar
  • 1 tbsp oil
  • Pinch of salt
  • 1 tsp. lavender cordial
  • 1 tsp. agave nectar
  • 1/8 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp. cinnamon and nutmeg, freshly ground
  • 1 T baking powder
  • 1 bottle (8oz./250ml) root beer
  • 1 c. water

Blend the liquid ingredients, including the tofu and flaxseed, in a blender or Cuisinart type of thing. Add cornmeal and other dry ingredients, being sure the blending of each is thorough. (We’d hate for you to get the impression that we were careful about this, but fine cornmeal will clump sometimes, so keep an eye out.) Add the rest — flour, spices, wheat germ, baking powder, and the last of the root beer. The blending will get rid of most of the frothiness, but there will be myriad tiny bubbles in this mix.

A hot pan with just a tiny bit of oil will give you what you’re looking for — light, lacy looking, very thin pancakes. They release even from a stainless steel pan with very little effort.

Yields about two dozen, medium sized, very thin pancakes, which we served with two tablespoons of a store-bought raspberry preserve, thinned down with lime juice. YUM. A serving of four pancakes is 409 calories.

*What? You don’t know Sardines? Children, let me tell you.

It’s a nighttime game, and it’s basically hide and seek reversed. The group of “Hidees” stands around and counts to 100, and the object is to find the sole “Hider”… and quietly hide with them. Whole groups of people can disappear into the wilderness, if you’ve got a good enough spot. And it’s hilarious to watch people circling, circling, trying to find you, and the rest of the gang.

Vietnamese Fresh Rolls

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If you’ve never had them, they’re an absolute MUST. There are Thai and Vietnamese versions, both of which usually come with shrimp in them (yuck!), but we make ours completely vegetarian, (so no extra time spent deveining anything), and they’re fabulous. Most of the time spent is in prep: shredding cabbage (or some people use iceberg), julienning carrots, cutting up tofu into slivers, match-sticking cucumber, cutting long lengths of noodles into mouth-sized bundles … The rest of the prep time is in assembly, which is just rehydrating your Vietnamese Fresh-Roll Skin (bánh tráng) in water (they start out looking like a pancake, but are the consistency of a dry noodle, and they’re made of tapioca or rice starch and water) slapping down some ingredients, and wrap-rolling the thing up like a Vietnamese burrito.

Usually cilantro or mint is the herb which flavors these rolls, and ground roasted peanuts often accompany the Thai versions. This batch contained a bit of green curry paste, ground almonds, green onions, tofu, bean-thread noodles, cucumber, and tofu. That’s it: no harder than that. Wrap them up, hit them with some Mae Ploy Sauce, and you’re in heaven. Really and truly the best Asian food invented, ever.

Chunky Hot Chow-dah

Really, the deal with the rain isn’t that bad. I mean, it’s not like it’s cold rain. It’s actually kind of warmish out, the heavy clouds insulating the temperatures to the low sixties, which means it’s possible to run out and do errands and get doused, but not freeze to death.

Thirteen days straight of rain and overcast is sometimes inconvenient, but it’s …doable.

It’s still summer, anyway. Loads of fruit and veg come in to the “Bin End” grocer, and they have peaches four for £1. (And limes twelve for £1. What is up with THAT? You can bet we’re juicing, zesting, and freezing as fast as we can.) And corn — fresh, succulent and sweet, not too starchy. Little kernels of summer on the cob.

In moments of nostalgia, we remember when we grew corn, only two summers ago. We put little wizened kernels in little hillocks in the tilled garden, in groups of six. It takes up a lot of room, corn does, and you have to compete with its natural eaters — birds and rodents — but it’s worth growing if you have the space. The leaves are tough and will slice your hands, but when the wind blows, the suserration is another summer sound that reminds me of childhood in suburbia, when everybody on our street had tomato plants in the backyard, and the ubiquitous stands of heavy-headed sunflowers, and corn.

But I digress.

I’m not living in suburbia, but in a city full of stone and cement, and the best I can do right now is a pot of basil. But this doesn’t stop me from taking in summer’s bounty. And, while the rain falls, we eat the summer sun in a way that satisfies us, and warms us up. We make chowder.

According to the thick paperback doorstop known as The Food-Lover’s Companion, chowder is:
A thick, chunky seafood soup, of which clam chowder is the most well known. The name comes from the French chaudière , a cauldron in which fishermen made their stews fresh from the sea. New England-style chowder is made with milk or cream, Manhattan-style with tomatoes. Chowder can contain any of several varieties of seafood and vegetables. The term is also used to describe any thick, rich soup containing chunks of food (for instance, corn chowder). While there are arguments over what a chowder actually is, we can attest to the fact that we’ve made a milk-based soup with chunks of veg in it — sadly, sans the special cauldron.

Whether or not you lack a proper pot, chowder’s the perfect thing to make when you’ve got an ear or two of leftover corn. (You could also make Elle’s fresh corn cornbread and toppingYUM!)

Chunky Hot Corn Chowdah

  • 2 tbsp. olive oil
  • 1 tsp. smoked yeast
  • 1 yellow onion, diced
  • 5 small potatoes, peeled and diced
  • 5 c. water or vegetable broth
  • 3 ears of corn, with the kernels sliced off, or 2 c. corn
  • 2 large carrots, diced
  • 2 ribs of celery, diced
  • 1 c. soymilk
  • 1 tsp. each, freshly chopped sage, thyme, freshly ground black pepper
  • dollop of Greek yogurts, OR, Tofutti sour cream
  • crumbled ground meat, optional
  1. In a medium-large pot, sautée your onion in the olive oil and smoked yeast until translucent, or you feel it’s cooked to your liking,
  2. Add your potatoes, celery, and carrot, and brown for about a minute,
  3. Then, add your water and/or broth. We have broth powder, so we just add a tablespoon of dry broth to our water, and go from there. If you prefer it saltier, adjust to your own taste.
  4. Simmer your veggie and broth mixture on a medium-high flame for about ten minutes before adding your corn and seasonings. Because our veg was diced small, it didn’t take long for them to cook through. Test your potatoes to make sure they’re done,

  5. Turn the flame down to low, and add sour cream, mixed with milk. DO NOT let this boil; soymilk will curdle, and if you’re using dairy products they also might not appreciate the high heat.
  6. Simmer for about two minutes, just enough to be sure the milk is up to temperature, then remove from the heat and serve.

We used Realeat brand ground “meat” for topping on our soup. If you’re using ground beef, you know best when to add it, we assume, but we tried this two different ways, sautéing the meat crumbles with the onions, or adding it “raw” at the very last second. (Please, don’t do that with ground beef. Sautée it first?) It’s good either way.

Enjoy the taste of summer — any way you can get it.

Instant Chocolate Milk?


OK, people, it is officially HOT, here in Glasgow. Right this moment it’s 25°C / 77°F. That’s as close to the peak for what we get here as to be totally unbearable. We’ve got the windows open, went out to the market and bought a couple of wee watermelons, and are wondering whether we could get by for dinner on watermelon and instant chocolate milk. If only we knew how to make the stuff.

I’ve managed to track down Alton’s Recipe for hot chocolate mix, but … is it the same, really? Will it survive being both for sweetness (the quantities there look wrong) and to make cold chocolate? We’ll see.

Instant Hot Chocolate Mix:

  • 1.5 cups powdered milk (go with soy, if you can find it)
  • 1.5 cups powdered or confectioner’s sugar
  • 2 cups cocoa powder (natural process)
  • 2 tsp cornstarch (to thicken & stabilize)
  • Pinch salt (finer salt like popcorn or even pickling salt; i.e. not kosher salt)
  • a little cayenne pepper
  • a little ground cinnamon (1 1-inch stick)
  • a little ground nutmeg (1/8 of a nut)
  • a little ground allspice (6 berries)
  • 2 tsp Ground Ginger
  • a little ground cloves (6 whole cloves, ground)
  • a little ground cardamom (seeds from 6 pods, ground)
  • guts of 1 vanilla pod, ground up with the rest of the spices
  1. Mix it all together
  2. Seal it up somewhere safe

When ready to use:

  1. Mix a little into a paste
  2. Add hot (or ice cold) water, until it’s the consistency of melted chocolate.
  3. Drink.

We’ll see how it goes, but that’s the general recipe, adjusted to get rid of the majority of the milkiness and sickening sweetness of most mixes. We’re going more for the hot chocolates we had in Northern Italy: something resembling a dark chocolate bar, melted, in a small cup.

Cauliflower au Gratin

Cauliflower au Gratin


  • 2 heads Cauliflower, cut into florettes
  • 2 Potatos, steamed until just done
  • Cheddar Cheese
  • 2 Onions, diced
  • 8 cloves Garlic, minced
  • 1/4 cup Olive Oil
  • 1/2 tsp Oregano
  • 1/2 tsp Sage
  • 1/4 tsp Black Pepper (ours has some Sechuan Pepper in it, too)
  • 1 Tbsp Smoked Torula Yeast (a.k.a. Bakon Yeast)
  • 1 tsp Chipotle Powder
  • 3 Tbsp Rice Flour
  • 1/4 cup Soy Cream
  • 1/2 cup Water
  1. Boil cauliflower until just barely done, then dunk in cold water
  2. Sautee onions in olive oil until clear
  3. Add garlic to pan, immediately followed by rice flour and spices
  4. Stir until a rioux comes together
  5. Add water and soy cream, then remove from heat
  6. Add cheese and stir until melted
  7. Pour a thin layer of cheese sauce into casserole dish
  8. Layer potato slices onto bottom of casserole dish
  9. Add cauliflower to casserole dish, and cover with cheese sauce
  10. Add a few extra slices of cheese to the top of the dish
  11. Bake for 35 minutes at 350°F / 160°C
  12. Let cool for 10 minutes before serving

A Recipe for Disaster… Saved!

Take one tired girl, add a yen for a sugar fix. Sprinkle with unfamiliar ingredients. What you usually get is one complete recipe for disaster.

Seriously — every time I a.) cook when I’m tired, and b.) cook when I’m tired with unfamiliar ingredients, bad things happen. But, this was rice flour. Plain, white, powdery stuff to which you just add water and it practically makes a white sauce on its own. What could go wrong?

Oh, any number of things. First, white sauce isn’t usually all that appetizing, sorry to those of you who live and breath your Hollandaise. Second, the only rice flour experience I’ve had is munching on rice flour formed into red bean mooncakes, and since I’m not a Korean Mom, like the woman who made them for me, I can’t expect to do that recipe any justice whatsoever. What was I doing with rice flour when I really wanted a chocolate-dipped macaroon and to go back to bed?

While I am not at ALL bored with chocolate macaroons, I really, really, really, really, really needed to go to the grocery store. I was out of just about everything, including “normal” flour. I was jonesing for cookies and too lazy to walk across the street to the Sainsbury’s at the gas (er, petrol) station (and frankly, I’m still not used to that… it feels like shopping at a 7-11, which I would normally avoid like the plague) in the rain. It was that simple. It’s been pouring for days, and I’d been drenched liberally the day before, walking from Helensburgh to Rhu. Laziness is the mother of a bunch more inventive children than is Necessity, I believe. To avoid the rain, I pawed through the cabinets until I came up with something utterly familiar and utterly foreign. Mochiko.

This box was familiar because I have dragged it to FIVE — count ’em — FIVE houses without ever opening it. And it was foreign for just that same reason — I bought it on a whim at an Asian market years ago, then couldn’t figure out what to do with it. Well. Despite its antiquity, I figured that combined with enough sugar, it still counted as an ingredient, and so, its time had come.


Now, I’ve read lots of bloggers going on about delicately flavored green tea mochi and all, but again — I’m not Asian, and I was feeling lazy, remember? Actual recipes weren’t actually going to get through to me. I wanted cookies, and was looking for a full-scale disaster. I found three recipes, and from them I roughed out one that looked like it might work. It might be cake. It might be bars. It might be cookies. I had no idea where I was going with this… but away I went.

What I wanted to do originally was make Liz Steinberg’s Mochi Hamantaschen, which are traditional filled cookies made for the Jewish holiday, Purim. But, while fiddling with my recipe, I added too much liquid. I discarded the hamantasch idea until another day, and decided to see what I came up with. A panicked last minute addition of tapioca flour was probably not necessary, as the flour eventually does hydrate — and it probably will go a lot faster if it’s not a box that’s five or seven years old. But I digress. Here, in all its slap-dash glory, is the recipe:

Chewy Coconut Mochi Bars

  • 1 Box Elderly Rice Flour, minus 1/4 c. (the elderly is optional)
  • 1 c. tapioca flour – also left randomly in the cabinet
  • 1/2 c. white sugar
  • 1.5 c. brown sugar
  • 8 ounces of coconut milk (I mixed mine from powdered)
  • 3/4 c. “regular” milk (for me, that’s soy)
  • 1/4 c. oil, or melted butter if you choose – one recipe called for 8 oz.
  • 2/3 c. dried coconut
  • Brown sugar, coconut, or chocolate for topping


  1. Set your oven to 350°F or about 170°C
  2. Next, prepare a cookie sheet or jelly roll pan by lining it with baking paper.
  3. Then, mix oil, sugars and milks in a large measuring cup or small bowl. Mix the dry ingredients separately, then add wet to dry.
  4. Pour the very thick, creamy, caramel colored slurry into your papered pan. Do not panic, it WILL be eventually a lot less gritty. If your flour is fairly recent to the planet, it will probably be even less gritty still. By the way, some recipes suggest you grease the paper lining your pan, I did not, as the paper I use is silicone coated.
  5. Bake mid-rack for forty-five minutes. Turn off the oven, and allow to cool with the oven door cracked open a touch for an additional twenty to thirty minutes, to allow your bars to set.

I took icing sugar, a little water and lemon juice and a lot of coconut to make a little frosting. Again — too much liquid, so it was more of a glaze than a frosting, but it turned out to be the perfect compliment. The oven here bakes hot, and we probably should have opened ours all the way to avoid the bars getting a teensy bit crunchy and golden-brown, but the topping was a perfect foil. Coconutty, chewy with that traditional rice-flour gel thing, but also dense and cake-like. These are hard to describe, but really, quite good.

Crazy, huh? I mean, what are the chances that a lazy rainy-day concoction would actually turn out right?


Those of you who like mochi will love these, as the familiar, toothsome rice flour goodness is present. Those of you who aren’t sure what mochi IS, much less whether you’re into such chewy, gluey goodness will be glad to know that it’s just glutinous rice, soaked overnight, and pounded to a paste, which is dried and sold, or used fresh and formed into cakes for many Lunar New Year celebrations. Even those who don’t like mochi might still like these, because they’re firmed up by baking, and the coconut flakes inside give you a little something more to gnaw on. I imagine this would be quite tasty with bits of candied ginger, chunks of dried fruit, or frosted with that brick of chocolate you’ve been saving for ganache.

I’ll be trying this again — not only to make the hamantaschen, but to perfect these bars. First stop — fresh flour. Unlike wheat flour, with the fat of the germ, rice flour doesn’t go rancid, but fresh is always best, unless you’re dealing with wine or something. As a general rule in using rice, I notice the more stale it is, the longer it takes to cook it, and in all likelihood, any grittiness that I taste in the bars is partially from the fact that I’ve used rice flour, but more because old rice doesn’t take in water as well.

More ideas are flowing — I’m thinking of pumpkin mochi bars, citrus with lime zest, or a chewy cranberry. I look forward to more experimentation! Next time I’m tired…

Chocolate Blackberry Tarts

Every now and again we pick up something strange (well, OK, I am the one who picks it up, usually). And then … and then, it sits in the cupboard, waiting for someone to feel inclined to deal with it. This time, I had picked up some soy chocolate custard. In a box. It had instructions on how to boil it, to create … custard.

I must point out that the word “custard” means something different, to an American, than it does to someone from the UK. It’s probably something like the difference between the words “cookie” and “biscuit” – it’s way too subtle to understand, you just have to be in the culture for enough years to accept that you never will.

In any event, I happened across some blackberries in the market across the street, and we had some cheese on hand (yes, we’ve taken a step away from vegan eating), and some short-crust. So, this was a simple matter of rolling out the crust, forming it into some little tart pans, throwing in a few wee chunks of Crannog cheese (a full-fat, unpasteurized, semi-hard cheese), some blackberries, some sugar, and topping with the soy chocolate custard. I would have used a different cheese, and certainly will avoid this one for this application, as it turned rubbery, and didn’t add much flavor. A ricotta would have worked, as would a brie, maybe. Something more flavorful next time, that’s for certain.

Into the oven until they’re brown (these ought to have browned a bit more), and you have a dessert which is tasty, rich, and took about 10 minutes to throw together.

Macaroni and Cauliflower with Cheese

One of the things about getting an organic vegetable box delivered is that you never really know what you’re going to end up with. At least, that’s the case in California. In the UK … you’re pretty much guaranteed to get a few root vegetables and a cauliflower. I don’t know why, but cauliflower just keeps on coming. We’ve grown tired of eating it in soups, and in salads, so I hunted about online for something to do with it, arriving with cauliflower gratin. The idea of that much cauliflower, though, with just cheese … well, it didn’t seem to be complete. Hence:

Macaroni and Cauliflower with Cheese

  • 2 Cups Cauliflower, cooked, boiled, drained, without salt
  • 1 oz Cheese, cheddar
  • 2 oz Cheese, edam
  • 300 grams Macaroni, dry, enriched
  • 1 tsp Mustard, prepared, yellow
  • 2 Tbsp Oil, olive
  • 1 cup Onions, raw
  • 1 tsp Salt
  • 1 cup Soymilk, unsweetened
  • 1/2 tsp pepper, black
  • 1/2 tsp pepper, red or cayenne
  • 2 Tbsp Wheat flour
  • 1 slice Bread
  1. Boil cauliflower until just tender.
  2. Bathe in cold water, while retaining the boiling water.
  3. Put macaroni noodles into cauliflower water and boil until just done.
  4. Drain, retaining 1 cup of the cauliflower / pasta water.
  5. Add oil and onion to your pot.
  6. Sauté onion until just tender, without browning.
  7. Add in your flour and spices, mixing until it comes together into a light rioux.
  8. Remove from heat and add pasta water and soymilk, mixing until it comes together into a sauce.
  9. Mix in grated cheeses, retaining some for the top.
  10. In a food processor (or with your hands), break up your slice of bread into find crumbs.
  11. Place pasta & cauliflower mixture into a medium baking dish.
  12. Top with remaining cheese, then with bread crumbs.
  13. Bake at 350°F / 160°C until brown on top.

For those of you who are into that kind of thing, full nutrition information found at NutritionData.com.