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Vegetarian Enchiladas! And other things

College is stressful. Graduating is stressful. I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with podcasts. That’s my whole life right now. In the meantime, I’ve been trying to find ways to keep on track, organized, and cooking as much as humanly possible. This morning I was on the phone with my mom when I told her I’d be making enchiladas for dinner, and she asked how I planned to go about that without putting meat in them. So, this is for you, Mom, and for anyone who is a vegetarian, loves a vegetarian, or is just really into fake meat and black beans.

Ingredients:

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  • Rice
  • Vegan Meat Sub
  • Corn
  • Can o’ Black Beans
  • Enchilada Sauce
  • Cheese (no cheese or Diaya if you’re going for a vegan dish)
  • Cumin and Chili Powder
  • Tortillas
  • Big Dish
  • Sriracha (not pictured, oops)

Step One: Throw Corn and Beans into Pan/Throw Rice and Water into Pan

I used a cup of white rice, and two cups of water. For the corn and beans, dump the beans and their juice into a small saucepan, and add frozen or canned corn. I added the cumin and chili powder to the beans/corn after a few minutes.

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Step Two: Take your fake meat out of it’s package – examine it, and proceed as instructed.

The sub I used called to be heated in a skillet after crumbling it down. It looks good, and tastes pretty good as well. I’d recommend using some oil in your pan, though, as these products tend to stick to the pan.

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Step Three: Coat the Bottom of the Big Dish with Enchilada Sauce

Like So:

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Feel free to add rice to the bottom of your dish, too, to give it some extra substance.

Step Four: Fill Up Some Tortillas with All the Things You Cooked

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At the top is a rice/corn/bean makeup, and the bottom is the rice/”meat”/cheese makeup. Roll these puppies up, and put them, opening down in your dish of rice and sauce. I chose to alternate the two different makeups in the pan.

Step Five: Add Cheese, Add Sauce, Add Cheese

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Step Six: Pop Those Bad Boys in the Oven at Three Hundred and Fifty Degrees

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Bake them for as long as they need. You’ll know when they’re done.

Step Seven: Enjoy!

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Serve with some sour cream/guac/whatever you like!
Check back soon – I plan to keep this up!

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Why I Can’t Hate the Abercrombie CEO

Let’s talk about Abercrombie. I mean, c’mon guys, everybody else is. I’m sure you’ve seen the picture with his quote circulating through Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and more. He has stated that he will not allow his company to produce clothing for overweight or unattractive people. His direct quote:

“In every school there are the cool and popular kids, and then there are the not-so-cool kids,” he says. “Candidly, we go after the cool kids. We go after the attractive all-American kid with a great attitude and a lot of friends. A lot of people don’t belong [in our clothes], and they can’t belong. Are we exclusionary? Absolutely. Those companies that are in trouble are trying to target everybody: young, old, fat, skinny. But then you become totally vanilla. You don’t alienate anybody, but you don’t excite anybody, either.”

Now listen, he’s right. Before you riot, let me explain what I mean. Mike Jeffries has found a niche market in making “cool” clothes for thin people. He is highly successful, and people continue to shop in his stores. From a business aspect he has done an amazing thing. Mike Jeffries has convinced almost two generations that in order to be perceived as cool, you must wear clothes with a giant moose on them.

He is an advertising genius. He is marketing brilliance. Not only has he managed to provide a product tailored only to a certain demographic, but has made it so that only his targeted demographic (and weird grown ups) can purchase his clothes. They’re the only ones who can a) fit into them, and b) afford them! Mike Jeffries is everything I would want in a marketer.

Does that mean I share his moral values? Hell no.

Does this mean I like what he’s doing? Not really.

Does this mean I plan to shop at Abercrombie now? Well, the smell is a huge deterrent. Also the aforementioned weird old people are enough to keep me away. There are plenty of other reasons why I won’t shop at Abercrombie.

But do I admire his business strategy? His marketing tactics? Absolutely.

I can’t hate him because he’s so dang clever. I admire cleverness regardless of the form it takes.  In order to succeed in today’s economy, you have to produce a product that is so hard to own, that everyone wants it. Everybody wants to be a member of the elite. Abercrombie is one of the many tell tale signs that someone is in that club. Jeffries has made his company a symbol of wealth.

Is he a jerk for not making clothes for bigger people? Sure. But he had the balls to come out and say it. He had it in him to say exactly what his business strategy was. Also, it is his company. He can do what he wants with it.

I’m not saying I agree with what he’s doing, but I can’t help but admire his process.

The Point of No Return

I should be in bed.

It’s 3:30 a.m. and I should be asleep. I have to get up in four hours. This has become a bit ridiculous. I’m also pretty sure my dog just went to bed. Dang.

Sometimes I really wonder why you read my blog. Is it really for the random 3 a.m. posts? Or is it because sometimes I make sense? If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked.

I feel like I will probably be regretting this soon. I seem to gget to a point of no return after about midnight-ish. Like, my brain thinks that after a certain point sleep is just irrelevant which is no good. I have to work tomorrow and made plans for the evening. You know that was a good life choice. I think my dad just woke up, maybe. My dog keeps pacing.

I’m going to bed.

Adversity

10 years ago on this day was the event that would spark the war that our generation has grown up with. It wasn’t a day that Americans always look back at with pride, because for once, we couldn’t protect ourselves. All we could do was scramble around and pray that the fireman and police and everyone else could do all they could, and they did. We were totally exposed. However, instead of our whole lives falling to pieces we did something great. We became unified. They tried to destroy us, to show the world that even we could fall. We didn’t let them. What we did do, was show everyone that in the face of adversity, America will rise. Any struggle, any challenge, we get up, suit up, and fight as one. Not everyone is pro- war. But on a day like today, how can you be anything but Pro- America?

Everyone keeps saying that we should stop and think about that day. I don’t remember it perfectly, but I was in first grade. One of the other teachers called my teacher out into the hallway. We all were laughing and joking and playing around. She came back into the room, and walked to her desk at the back and cried. We were stunned. Once she had collected herself she walked to the front of the room and said that a very bad thing had happened in New York. None of us understood. We just sort of sat there quietly. She went back to teaching math, I believe. It wouldn’t be for a few more years, that my first grade class would know, just how bad it was. We would have no idea.

We’ve become young adults during the war. We know what happened. And finally we understand. I’d like to think that if anything were to happen to America in the future, we’d be able to do the same thing our parents, grandparents, and teachers did. We can unify, and fight for our country. Because that’s what we’ve been taught to do. So yeah, think back about this day ten years ago. It shaped us, but in no way did it break us. Don’t look back on it sadly. Look back on it with pride. For it was a day that America proved just how great it is.

Chinese Finger Trap

Worry, panic, fear, these wonderfully sucky emotions creep into our lives on a daily or weekly basis. We obsess over stupid crap that isn’t going to matter in a few minutes.

“Did I wear the right shirt today?”

“Wait, did I forget my umbrella?” 

Stupid, little things that don’t matter. We over react constantly. Why worry? So what, if your shirt doesn’t match perfectly? Who actually cares? In ten years are you going to care that you left your umbrella in the car and had to walk in the rain? No. You aren’t even going to really mind in ten minutes. So why worry? Well guys and dolls, it’s the human condition. We are genetically designed to worry about everything. The wrong things. We fret about high school and whether or not we bought our shirts from the right store. And GOD FORBID that popular girl in 5th period whispered at you. And “I swear is that guy looking at me? Tell me! OMG IS HE?” Because really, it matters. I know. I know. I’m crazy and confused. It’s totally relevant to life. Except not. Kids, we worry and worry over nothing. I’ll leave you with this. I say it all the time.

My life is like a Chinese finger trap. If I’d just calm down and stop panicking everything would be okay.