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Vegan Lasagna

We went grocery shopping today, and I decided I wanted to try to make vegan lasagna, but not for any particular reason. My desire to do so was prompted by Meijer’s 10 for $10 sale, which included whole wheat pasta. Besides buying multiple boxes of other types of pasta, we bought lasagna noodles and because I was feeling up for a challenge, I put together the following recipe.

Ingredients:

  • 8 whole wheat lasagna noodles, cooked
  • two packages frozen spinach, thawed
  • one package frozen winter squash, thawed
  • one package of crimini mushrooms, sliced
  • half a head of cabbage, shredded or chopped
  • one package of tofu
  • one can of tomato sauce
  • one can of diced tomatoes
  • a couple of cloves of garlic, minced
  • some onion to taste
  • crushed red pepper, salt, pepper, basil, oregano, and other herbs to taste (If anything, put in more than you think will be necessary. Mine was a little bland.)

Process:

  1. Saute seasonings and garlic in some olive oil.
  2. Add in mushrooms, spinach, diced tomatoes and cook until mushrooms are tender.
  3. In a blender combine squash, tomato sauce, and tofu.
  4. Cover the bottom of a 9″x13″ glass casserole dish with nonstick spray, then spoon in some of the blender mix and a bit of the saute mix. You will want to use a slotted spoon for the saute mix, because it will be really juicy. Layer four noodles over the mix.
  5. On top of the noodles add half of the cabbage, pour over half of the remaining blender mix, spoon on half of the remaining saute mix, and then add the rest of the cabbage.
  6. Next layer on four more noodles, then the rest of the saute mix, and top it all with the left over blender mix, spreading it all over the top.
  7. Cover the whole pan with aluminum foil that has been sprayed with nonstick spray. Place it all in the oven at 350º for 60 minutes. Voila!

I thought the tofu in the tomato sauce and squash mix made it taste cheesy even without the cheese. I bought some vegan cheese to use, but I decided to do it without it once I tasted the heartiness of the mix. And, vegan cheese is always sketchy. If it wasn’t for the weird look of the mix on the top once it cooked, I think most people would think there was cheese inside. It looks like a creamy marina at the least, but it’s unsettling to see lasagna with a naked top and no gooey cheesy goodness. Except for the crunchiness of the cabbage, this tastes quite a bit like regular vegetarian lasagna.

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I am thankful for imagination and innovation in the kitchen.

Food: caramel corn from Christmas, vegan lasagna, sunflower seed bread with soy-peanut butter, bread and olive oil dip, soy milk, leftover pancake, banana, tea

Exercise: walked the dogs

Healing. Grading. Too Many Sweets, Not Enough Exercise.

I am enjoying Gayl Jones’ The Healing and looking forward to meeting with Debbie to talk about my dissertation. I think I like and dislike The Healing for the same reason: the stream of consciousness is both beautiful and unnerving. I am tired of the repetition, but I am drawn in by it. Of course, I am only on page 16, so I will let you know tomorrow night how the book plays out. I can already tell, though, that it will fit well, at least for background or supplementary material, for my dissertation. There is a whirlwind of religion, spirituality, healing, redemption, slavery, and sexuality all swirling around together. I am excited to see how it plays out.

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I still have a few papers to grade, ones that were turned in late. For the most part, I am pleased with their argument papers, and I look forward to seeing their multimodal presentations. Some papers need a bit of work, but that is what revision is for. In fact, that is why I switched to using portfolios. I wanted my students to recognize that their “final” draft isn’t really final, that writing can always be revised, improved upon, moved closer to perfection.

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I feel like a slug. I have eaten too many sweets in the past couple of days and not done any substantial exercise. I was supposed to run five miles on Saturday, but I graded papers instead. I was supposed to run the same five miles on Sunday, but I graded instead. And, I have been grading both mornings this week instead of running. Basically, I feel horrible because I have eaten way too much crap and not done one little bit of exercise to offset it. Tomorrow morning I will walk the dogs with Bec and I will run.

I had coffee last night with my friend, Lyn, and I worked yesterday morning with my friend, Molly. If I could be around the two of them everyday, I would never have a bad day. What magical women!

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The making of a slug. Or, I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.


Exercise: walked to Burris from RB, rode bike back to RB

Food: banana, apple, swiss cheese sandwich, orange/tangerine juice, too many M&Ms, one piece of pizza, three breadsticks, PBJ Uncrustable, Jones Cream Soda

Cookies! Chicago. And writing.

Oh, Beautiful Blog, how I’ve neglected thee! I traded you in for empty days and nights of Facebook. I whored myself out to fine printed texts, and I left you lonely, abandoned so I could experience companionship with real, tangible people. Now I am filling you with my thoughts while watching Maury Povich tell women which man of many is their baby daddy. I am still slumming, pouring my affections elsewhere and hoping you’ll turn your head.

And, I am drinking a Monty Python’s Holy Grail Ale and thinking of a peanut butter and jelly kind of life.

Enough soft-core internet porn.

I am in the middle of baking cookies for our CElla’s Round Trip Bake Sale tomorrow. I just made some really tasty oatmeal, raisin, white chocolate chip cookies. I packed them in little bags of three. Would you buy three little cookies for a dollar? I would if they tasted wicked-delicious like these do. I would spend a dollar for my cookies, but maybe not yours.

We (the Fat Cats and two correctly spelled Rachels) are raising money to go to Chicago. I didn’t realize until yesterday that we leave next week. On Wednesday. We leave in less than a week and we still don’t have our chapbook finished, which does make me a little nervous. Now, I need to learn how to use a bookmaking program in the next two days, so I can produce our book over the weekend. This may be a complete disaster.

I think God is teaching me patience. If not, it’s a cruel trick.

I haven’t been writing or reading like I should be. I have been in somewhat of a funk for a variety of reasons and I am finding it difficult to make myself do the things I need to do. Sometimes I feel like a rapid cycling bi-polar because I can be elated one day and in the gutter depressed the next. I should harness that for my writing.

Good writers have Crazy Brain. I haven’t met one who doesn’t. Next weekend, I will be around a whole bunch of Crazy Brain.

And then, I get to have lunch or something with my friend Corey. I hope I get to have lunch with him ’cause it would be really sweet.

I will just be happy to be in Chicago: I will touch the buildings and run my fingers lovingly along their skin as I walk past them. I will breathe the thick, close air of too many people. I will kiss the lake, love each street my feet touch, relish the stink of the city bus, and retain the press of the bag lady’s hand as she takes the coins from my palm. I will let my mind be transported to a different life, one I could have had but let go of in order to have the life I have.

We can’t go back in time. There is no rewind. We can only go forward. Fast forward.

I need to enjoy things as they come and present themselves to me. I need to work on loving the moment, not thinking about the future or the past. Why can’t I do this anymore? I used to be so good about living in every moment, but they just keep comng faster and faster. Time is relative.

Is this really necessary?

This may not be.

This definitely is.