Vegan Chocolate Brownies


We’ve been making this fabulous recipe for a while now, and every time, I complain about the recipe format. So I’m rewriting it here mostly for my own benefit, really, but if you’re looking for an excellent vegan brownie, look no further.

Vegan Brownies
Preheat oven to 350
Line an 8×8 square baking pan with parchment

Combine in a small bowl and set aside:
1 1/2 T flaxseed meal
3 T water

Whisk together
¾ c all purpose flour
1 ½ c almond meal
½ c cocoa powder
½ t salt
¼ t baking soda

Melt together
6 T vegan shortening/coconut oil
½ c chocolate chips

add to the melted chocolate
1 ¼ c white sugar
flax mixture
6 T almond milk
1 t vanilla

Add wet mixture to dry and stir well.
¼ c chocolate chips

Spread the batter in the pan and then bake at 350 for 30-35 minutes, until a tester comes out with moist crumbs, not liquid. Cool completely before slicing.

Peanut Butter and Jam After School Cooky Bars

pbj bars

Third grade.

Third grade was walking to school with Anne, April, Nicky, and Jennifer; it was my mom back at work full time. Third grade was Miss Gibson and her flame of red hair, her long nails, her “math minutes,” and a big project on Alaska. And third grade was coming home after school, my parents still at work for a couple hours, and making PB&J cracker towers with my brother, seeing who could make the tallest stack, laughing as we stuffed the crumbling towers into our mouths.

While Diana Nyad Was Swimming…


Diana Nyad’s weekend

Saturday, Aug. 31, 2013, 8:59:02 A.M.
Sixty-four year old Diana Nyad begins her fifth and — she insists — final attempt to swim the 103 miles from Cuba to Florida. For the next 50+ hours, she will not sleep, and she will pause — treading water — only to eat, change in and out of her jellyfish protective gear, and receive brief medical checks.

Saturday, 9ish
Up before the boys and out for a run, after which I have tea and muesli and put two loaves of bread in the oven. I didn’t sleep well so I’m tired and a little cranky.


Peach and Presidio Blackberry Pie



Grow up picking berries: blueberries in New Jersey with one grandfather, raspberries in Connecticut with another grandfather, blackberries at the end of the driveway at home. Eat them fresh all summer, cooked into jams by your grandmothers, baked into pies by your mother.

Take this all for granted.