Look at this beautiful winter creation! It’s vegan chipotle stout chili with IPA cashew cream, by glorious omnivore the Beeroness. Beer and soyrizo and beans and grains and avocado and chips, oh perfect winter food! My favorite part of cooking with beer is when the recipe calls for less than your bottle/can contains, which obligates you to drink the rest of it (or risk wasting it, which is what jerks do).
Frederick Douglass’ Chili Recipe! »
Yes! I have Frederick Douglass’ chili recipe! How? BECAUSE I’M LYING! No, no, it’s because my dad’s name is actually Frederick Douglass. Hilarious! When my dad made his chili the other night, he made it vegan this time just for me! And boy was it good! So if you are thinking of entering the Food Not Bombs Chili Showdown but don’t know where to start…here’s where!
Directions, courtesy of my pop
2+ Tbs. olive oil
1 to 2 onions, finely chopped
peppers, assorted, diced
1 to 2 cloves of garlic, finely chopped
2 tsp. chili powder
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. cumin seed
1/8 tsp. pepper
1 (15 oz) can tomato sauce
1 (15 oz) can diced tomatoes
2 (15 oz) cans beans (black, kidney)
1 (15 oz) can corn
In a Dutch oven* with cover, saute onions, garlic and peppers in olive oil until onions and garlic are tender (five minutes or so);
Add tomato sauce and diced tomatoes, plus 1/4 cup water, then the spices. Simmer covered for 15 minutes, stirring occasionally;
Add beans and corn, simmer for additional 15 minutes. Serve straight up or over rice.
1) We use assorted peppers grown in our West Philly garden—fresh in the summer, blanched and frozen in the winter. Bell peppers are fine, but it’s fun to try different kinds, mild or spicy according to preference.
2) I prefer black beans, but kidney or pinto beans or other beans of your choice will work fine.
3) Mama Rascal thinks the beans and corn should go in with the spices, to simmer longer and absorb more flavor. Next time, I’ll try that.
There you have it folks! My pop’s chili. Now go forth, showdown and fundraise!
*Haaaaa he said dutch oven. Haaaaa.
San Francisco Food Not Bombs Chili Showdown & Fundraiser! »
A vegan chili showdown, bitches! Get down there, show your superior chili-making skillz, and win a prize! Is there a prize? Probably not. BUT THERE IS the prize(-ish) of knowing you fed a lot of hungry homeless people/freeloading vegans. Ow!
IMPORTANT DETAILS: $7 to enter (!?) but it looks like eating is free (!?); it’s happening on Sunday, Jan. 10 from 3 to 7 p.m. Head to the the 16th Street BART and follow the smell/the people who look like they smell (that’s me!) until you find it.
Review: Rick and Ann’s! »
Rick and Ann’s is a good breakfast and brunch spot for vegetarians and vegans as the tofu scramble is delicious and they serve a yummy potato hash, made with sweet & white potatoes, sweet bell peppers, corn and apples! I like to get the tofu scramble and substitute the vegetarian hash for the home fries. HOWEVER, I also LOVE the french fries (of the shoestring variety, which you can get for breakfast!) but a word to the wise, the small fries would satisfy fat Oprah, you dig? You get the large and you’re wandering into Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man territory. And i don’t think any of us want that. Especially not these guys.
They also serve lunch and dinner but those are more meals that you would make do with if you had to go out with meat-eaters, not a place for a vegan to dine alone or in the company of other vegans. However, if you’re looking for a place to eat with omnis and you’re in the Claremont district at the Berkeley/Oakland border, it’s a decent choice. You can choose from their veggie chili, portobello mushroom sandwich (ugh, you again), veggie burger (it’s vegan…I believe it’s a boca burger) and a few fancified salads.
One warning. Rick and Ann’s can have some HORENDOUS wait times for tables, especially on the weekends. In fact, one particularly awful Saturday about a year ago, I had to wait 1½ hours for a table. ONE AND A HALF HOURS. It was especially terrible because it forced me to endure the following conversation with my mother:
Picture this: Me (Laura B) and my crazy mom (Crazy Momma B) sitting on a bench in-front of the nearby Peet’s, waiting for a table. Waiting and waiting and waiting.
Crazy Momma B: I have to tell you something. It’s a secret, you can’t tell anyone. NOT EVEN YOUR FATHER.
Laura B: Uh, okay?
Crazy Momma B: I mean it, Laura. You can’t tell ANYBODY.
Laura B: You’re pregnant?
Crazy Momma B: Laura, I’m being serious.
(Please keep in mind that this is how my mom talks when she is about to tell me shit like she and my father are breaking up, and it’s over and he’s keeping the house and she’s going to rent a cute little flat in Berkeley and then I’ll meet her to go look at cute little flat in Berkeley and she’ll be like, “Oh it’s all patched up, let’s go to brunch!” Or say, when she told me she had BOUGHT a HOUSE in PENNSYLVANIA DUTCH COUNTRY without telling my father. All true, I swear to god, as I live and breathe. Anyway, I’m so TIRED of the drama but you can’t very well get out of it when you want a free breakfast, can you?)
Laura B: Fine, Mom, what?
Crazy Momma B: I have $1 million in gold in the basement of the house.
Laura B: (spits out Peet’s coffee): WHAT?!
Cray Cray CRAY-ZAY Momma B: I have been collecting gold on and off for the past 20 years and now I have over $1 million worth of it. I keep it in the basement.
Laura B: WHAT?!
SHE IS FUCKING OUT OF HER GOURD Momma B: I just thought you should know…. You know, in case anything should happen to me.
Laura B: What the fuck is going to happen to you?
C-C-C Momma B: Cool it with the mouth! And you never know, you never know…
Laura B: Are you going to kill yourself? Are there loan sharks after you? Are the going to cut off your legs and feed them to me in a soup?!
C-C-C Momma B: Don’t tell your father.
Laura B: Oh yeah, this isn’t something you should share with YOUR HUSBAND OF 30-PLUS* YEARS.
C-C-C Momma B: Really, I don’t need the attitude, Laura.
(Laura B practices her deep breathing exercises as advised by therapist)
C-C-C Momma B: Oh don’t pull that new age crap with me, Laura.
Laura B: I’m gonna go check on our table.
Laura B (around the corner and out of earshot of C-C-C Momma B): And by check on our table I mean call Dad. HA!
So I whip out my phone to call my father and inform him of just how infuckingsane the woman he married is and he says, “Wow. A million? I mean, I knew she’d been collecting—she doesn’t know I know but I know—and I had NO clue it was this much. Time to get her a new life insurance policy. HAHAHA!”**
THIS IS MY LIFE!!! THESE ARE MY PARENTS!!! DO YOU ALL NOW UNDERSTAND HOW AMAZING IT IS THAT I AM A CONTRIBUTING MEMBER OF OUR SOCIETY OR FOR THAT MATTER, CAN SPEAK IN WHOLE SENTENCES AND DON’T CARRY A DROOL CUP?!
*I say 30-plus because I have no clue how long my parents have been married. Who’s the terrible mom now?!
**At least my dad had the good sense to get the gold moved to a lock box in a bank. Jesus Christ.
[photos via Rick & Ann’s]