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Pick-a-pepper

One of my favorite things about Sunday is actually having the time to plan and cook meals for the week.  Today, after an hour of weight training and an hour of yoga at the gym (my first time there in a week!), I hit the co-op and noticed these pretty peppers…

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Remembering that I had some frozen black-eyed peas still lurking in the back of my freezer from a month ago, I was inspired to stuff the peppers with the peas.  My first thought was to also buy some soysage, cajun seasoning, and kale or collard greens to make a creole-flavored dish, but truth be told, I spotted Follow Your Heart vegan soy cheese at a low price, whose package proudly claimed “It Melts!”

(Now, most vegan cheese doesn’t melt.  Why not?  Because it doesn’t include something called casein, a milk protein that makes your average soy cheese ooey and gooey.  I figured this stuff wouldn’t melt, either, but I was willing to try it out.)

((Spoiler alert:  it doesn’t melt.))

Oh, and I spied this lovely organic cilantro, which begged to be chopped…

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…and so, I decided to pair the black-eyed peas with chile powder, cumin, salt, roasted garlic salsa, mix in the cilantro and top with the cheese.  While I’d usually use black or pinto beans for this dish, it was an easy way to try something unexpected.

The peppers are ready to be blanched and stuffed!

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The peppers are ready to be baked!

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I baked ’em at 350 degrees for 25 minutes and then topped each half with a slice of the cheese.  I baked the dish for about 10 minutes more, determined to get that cheese to melt.

IMG_0263Nope.  Didn’t melt.

I do declare, however, that these shall be perfect for dinner tonight and to bring to work for lunch a few times this week!

Now, how do you stuff your veggies?  And do you have a favorite soy cheese?

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Playing catsup

You know what this blog needs?  This blog needs more pitch-yaahss.  Yes, indeed.

My lunch yesterday was a Dr. Praeger’s California Burger wrap, but I had to tote said burger separately, mais oui, so that I could heat it up without wilting the greens.  Peep the construction the night before:

Sriracha and spicy mustard with Parm on a multi-grain tortilla!

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Romaine and baby spinach!

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Mmmm!  Greens!

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Honestly, the Overnight Oatmeal Smoothie held me over for hours, so I didn’t eat the sucker ’til around 2pm-ish.  Had some coffee and tucked away an apple for later.

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Seriously “Office Space”, no?

Today I treated myself to some cherries from the coop (yes, I’m finally a member!), my first sugar plum from the Grand Army Plaza Greenmarket, and a deeeeeeeeelicious scoop of Jamaican Grape Nut ice cream on a sugar cone from Bittersweet.  I mean, hey!  I walked to the gym, powered through an hour of Total Body Conditioning, and walked to Ft. Greene, so…

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Yes, it was deserved.

Oh oh oh!  But before all of that (but after the grueling yet satisfying gym workout), I met my ol’ pal Rippy for brunch at Moim in Park Slope.

Eh, wait.  It wasn’t really brunch.  It was LUNCH.  (Brunch implies imbibing in a Bloody for me, something I do less often now, I s’pose.)  But, anyhoooo, I ordered kimchee rice with tofu and salad.

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It was — how do you say? — just okay.  The tofu was silken and fried tempura-style.  Would have been better if firm and stir-fried until golden.  And four pieces of silken tofu for $1?  Seriously?  Seriously?

We finished the afternoon off at the Brooklyn Flea, and please do notice that I am still in gym attire with gym hair, while Rippy looks on with that stoic Rippy pose.

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Must go to Flea again, but with deeper pockets and emptier stomach.

Check out these babies, please.  (Would certainly put that kimchee rice dish to shame, y’know?)

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And this menu from this vendor!

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Not sure what tonight brings.  Perhaps a drink or two in the ‘hood.  Perhaps an early bedtime, as I have my second weekend trip to the gym (yoga!  yay!) in the morn.

(Incidentally, I spotted a certain judge from the Next Food Network Star at the gym this morning, and while I wanted to inquire as to the results of tomorrow’s next week’s finale, I simply just tried not to stare.)

Hope your Saturday night brings rollickin’ trouble, kids.

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