1 large onion
4 cloves garlic
1.5 cups cooked quinoa
2.5 to 3 cups veggie broth
1 tablespoon fresh thyme
1.5 tablespoons coconut oil
Cracked pepper to taste
Cook quinoa in a large saucepan. 2 cups of vegetable broth to 1 cup quinoa.
I feel like it’s been forever since I posted a recipe. In fact, it nearly has been. There has been so much going on this spring and summer I’ve barely been able to blog at all.
Recently, I was toying around in the kitchen and decided to make a vegan/raw kale caesar. Here’s what I came up with.
– Cutting board
– Food processor – or hand blender
– Bowl for soaking – Optional
– Citrus juicer – Optional
– 6 cloves garlic
– Juice of 3 large lemons or equivalent of 1/4 cup of lemon juice minimum
– 1.5 cups macadamia nuts *soaked for 1-2 hours
– 2 tbsp nutritional yeast
– 1 tsp himalayan salt
– 2 tsp namashoyu / tamari
– 5 large dates (medjool) or 8-10 small dates – if you like a sweeter dressing
– 6-12 fresh basil leaves
– 1 tsp dulse flakes – opt
– 1/2 tsp cracked pepper
Add all ingredients to blending machine of your choice, process until smooth. Add water if too chunky. Do not over process without adding liquid as macadamia nuts can turn into a cheese/boursin type substance.
After attending the Monsanto protest with my family this past Saturday, I inevitably had to make a trip to the grocery store to stock up – while my gardening is on hold for deck renovations.
I found, that even I was forgetting about what is most important to buy organic, and what can be skipped….mainly because I usually buy all organic or nothing.
So, to help those out who are on a budget or for those who just want to know, I put up a little blog on the dirty dozen.
What you’re trying to avoid after GMO’s is high pesticide residue. Some stores sell fruit & veg washes – those are chemicals too!!
Natural Fruit and Veg wash is the way to go – RECIPE:
– Fill sink with water
– add 1 cup of vinegar & stir
– add fruit & veg
– soak for 1 hour
– rinse & store
The EWG (Environmental Working Group) has a great site where you can download apps etc…for quick reference while you’re on the go.
EWG Link – Click Here
Get read, be aware, question everything you put on and in your body!!
Some other ways to prevent exposure to toxic chemicals is by auditing your makeup cupboard. Here is some info from David Suzuki.org:
Check out this link for a printable carry along while shopping: SHOPPERS GUIDE
1. BHA and BHT
2. Coal tar dyes: p-phenylenediamine and colours listed as “CI” followed by a five digit number
3. DEA-related ingredients
4. Dibutyl phthalate
5. Formaldehyde-releasing preservatives
7. Parfum (a.k.a. fragrance)
8. PEG compounds
11. Sodium laureth sulfate
I decided to write this blog as a way to pass on a lot of information in one concentrated venue, rather than a million Facebook shares. Tomorrow, May 25th I will be marching against Monsanto in Calgary, Alberta, with my family.
Why march against Monsanto? Who is/are Monsanto?
Well, there are a million good reasons…the most important to me? Food Security. There is no need for us to engineer food in a lab, there is no need to genetically modify food to look, taste or smell better than it does….there is also no reason to engineer seeds to terminate after one successful germination, so that farmers cannot even save their own, heirloom seeds.
THERE IS NO NEED FOR ANY ONE PERSON, OR ANY ONE THING, TO RULE THE WORLD – that means you too Beyonce.
Click HERE . Remember all that hullabaloo over Dolly, the cloned sheep? Do you remember how or if you felt about that? Well….imagine eating a clone, in everything.
Great articles on how GMO’s effect stock, people and the global economy:
Does a company that made AGENT ORANGE deserve our trust?
Agent Orange was a herbicide developed for military use. Chemically, the product was a 50/50 mix of two herbicides, 2,4,-D (2,4, dichlorophenoxyacetic acid) and 2,4,5-T (2,4,5 trichlorophenoxyacetic acid). These herbicides were both developed as weed killers in the 1940′s, and were effective against broad leaf plants and several crops.
Herbicides were developed to be deployed in enemy areas to defoliate dense jungles that provided cover for the North Vietnamese Army. More than 5 million acres of jungle and forest were destroyed when troops deployed Agent Orange. Approximately 20 million gallons of herbicides were used in Vietnam between 1962 and 1971.
As well as DDT, a powerful insecticide, with questionable results:
“…A group of or all the following: Acute gastro-enteritis occurs, with nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and diarrhea usually associated with extreme tenesmus. Coryza, cough and persistent sore throat are common, often followed by a persistent or recurrent feeling of constriction or of a ‘lump’ in the throat; occasionally the sensation of constriction extends substernally and to the back and may be associated with severe pain in either arm. In some cases the hyoid bone becomes acutely painful to pressure for a few days. Pain in the joints, generalized muscle weakness and exhausting fatigue are usual; the latter are often so severe in the acute stage as to be described by some patients as ‘paralysis.’ Pain and stiffness in the back of the neck is a frequent complaint. Sometimes the initial attack is ushered in by vertigo and syncope. Intractable headache and giddiness are not uncommon. Occasionally herpes zoster appears. Paresthesias of various kinds occur in most of the cases; areas of skin become exquisitely hypersensitive1 and after a few days this hyperesthesia disappears only to recur elsewhere, or irregular numbness, tingling sensation is, pruritus or formication may occur. Erratic fibrillary twitching of voluntary muscles is common. Usually there is diminution of vibratory sense in the extremities.”
What’s the big deal? Well, aside from there not being enough testing to assure it’s safety for human exposure, large retail disbursement of “Round Up Ready” seed like corn, soy, wheat and cotton have been created and sold to farmers worldwide. Under the guise of pest resistance, Monsanto has been able to nearly single handedly corner the worlds seed market.
Suicides by cotton farmers of India –
Seed Saving Bans in North America – Percy Schmieser, Canadian Farmer VS Monsanto:
What about our Farmers?
Food is family, love, togetherness, hope, life, creativity, soul, memory, passion, curiosity.
Food is an experience. Not a task or a trifling feed bag to strap on. Society has lost all attachment to pleasure in most things. And the most delicious, exotic and beautiful of all – their food source.
Linger in the garden, in the shopping aisles and at the stove top. Make food beautiful again.
Barack Obama has passed – and has not been opposed – the new Monsanto Protection Act. There is no doubt that the pig-headed and right wing Satan Stephen Harper will follow suit. Have we all forgotten about the shame of Kyoto????
Who else supports Monsanto?
Read more here: Monsanto Boycott . com
Do your part, wherever you are in the world – even just for one day. March for your health, march for your freedom from oppression, march against Monsanto.
Vote every day. Buy and eat organic as often as you can. Grow your own food – everywhere! Stop giving your hard earned money to companies that are killing you. Ask questions, spread the word.
Power, love and wisdom.
Millions Against Monsanto
World Truth TV
Youth Leader Magazine
This recipe was a do it yourselfer after trying to learn a few new ones – that never ended up working out. I have slowly begun to leave the realm of food creativity fear when following a recipe – some recipes aren’t for everyone. I’m ok with that.
Soba has a *bit* of an acquired taste, so if you’re not sure you like it you could substitute with any long noodle of your choice, that is of course if it’s healthy, right?
Enjoy this one. It’s great served hot or cold I find.
I fell out of touch with my Yoga. I know, that everyone does at a certain point ~ or maybe not everyone starts. In my heart, so much healing came from giving myself the gift of a whole person challenge at least 1.5 hours each day.
For a while now, I’ve only been able to muster up 1 hour per week. Some weeks – nothing.
Lately, that has shifted and I’ve been blessing myself with inspiration and comforting solitude. Today, a poem inspired me to write this blog post to in turn, try to pass on the inspiration to you.
After all, who on earth would equate the involuntary act of breathing to living?
Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives —
tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging
from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like?
Do you think this world was only an entertainment for you?
Never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides
with perfect courtesy, to let you in!
Never to lie down on the grass, as though you were the grass!
Never to leap to the air as you open your wings over the dark acorn of your heart!
No wonder we hear, in your mournful voice, the complaint
that something is missing from your life!
Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?
Well, there is time left —
fields everywhere invite you into them.
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away
from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk!
To put one’s foot into the door of the grass, which is
the mystery, which is death as well as life, and
not be afraid!
To set one’s foot in the door of death, and be overcome
To sit down in front of the weeds, and imagine
god the ten-fingered, sailing out of his house of straw,
nodding this way and that way, to the flowers of the
to the song falling out of the mockingbird’s pink mouth,
to the tippets of the honeysuckle, that have opened
in the night
To sit down, like a weed among weeds, and rustle in the wind!
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
While the soul, after all, is only a window,
and the opening of the window no more difficult
than the wakening from a little sleep.
Only last week I went out among the thorns and said
to the wild roses:
deny me not,
but suffer my devotion.
Then, all afternoon, I sat among them. Maybe
I even heard a curl or tow of music, damp and rouge red,
hurrying from their stubby buds, from their delicate watery bodies.
For how long will you continue to listen to those dark shouters,
caution and prudence?
Fall in! Fall in!
A woman standing in the weeds.
A small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what’s coming next
is coming with its own heave and grace.
Meanwhile, once in a while, I have chanced, among the quick things,
upon the immutable.
What more could one ask?
And I would touch the faces of the daises,
and I would bow down
to think about it.
That was then, which hasn’t ended yet.
Now the sun begins to swing down. Under the peach-light,
I cross the fields and the dunes, I follow the ocean’s edge.
I climb, I backtrack.
I ramble my way home.