I’m heading to San Francisco this weekend! So all you Bay Area people better hide your tempeh and get to your favorite restaurants early, lest I eat everything. I’m planning on hitting up Millenium, Cafe Gratitude (say what you will, their tiramisu rocks yours), Cha Ya, Udupi Palace and Amici Pizza, which is apparently serving Cheezly pizzas with no extra vegan cheese charge. How swell! (I don’t think I’ve ever used “swell” in a sentence, but it’s the only thing that fit.) I hope to come home with plenty of food porn, but for now feast your eyes on another recipe from the upcoming Vegan Cookies book.

Magical Coconut Cookie Bars
makes 24 very rich little bars

As the song from Xanadu (the movie) goes…you got to believe we are magic, and nothing will stand in our (and your) way once you taste this unapologetically vegany version of the stuff childhood dreams are made of.  Here are the nutty, chocolately, ultra-sweet and buttery-tasting graham-crackery coconut bars you loved so much as a kid. If your childhood was lacking in them, well then these are tastier than therapy for sure. The vegan secret weapon of choice here is cooked-down coconut milk, bringing in even bigger coconut flavor than ever imagined. The ever-elusive vegan butterscotch chip, should you ever have some, makes a sublime addition too.

These bars require a good overnight chilling to really firm them up before slicing, so plan accordingly.

Tip: You’ll want to use only sweetened, fluffy white flaked coconut for these. Save the natural shredded stuff for a healthy curry.

Tip: Press the graham cracker crumb crust like crazy into the pan; the more you pat it down the firmer the resulting crust will be.

One 14 oz can (regular or lite) coconut milk (about 1 3/4 cups)
2/3 cup dark brown sugar
2 cups vegan graham cracker crumbs
1/2 cup melted margarine
2 tablespoons sugar
1 1/2 cups chocolate chips or chocolate chunks
2 cups flaked, sweetened coconut
1 cup walnuts or pecans, chopped

In a large saucepan whisk together coconut milk and brown sugar over medium high heat. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to low and simmer for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. Mixture may form a thin skin on the surface; just stir it back into the liquid. Remove from heat and let cool while preparing the crust.

Preheat oven to 350°F. Line a 13 x 9 x 2 inch baking pan with parchment paper. In a large bowl combine graham cracker crumbs, melted margarine and sugar; mix well to moisten crumbs completely. Firmly press mixture into prepared pan, pressing evenly from center to sides of pan.

Pour warm coconut milk mixture evenly over crumb base. Top with an even layer of chocolate chips, flaked coconut and nuts, in that order. Firmly pat everything down until coconut milk mixture soaks upward into the toppings. Bake for 28-30 minutes or until coconut is deeply golden and filling is bubbling, remove from oven and let entire pan cool on a wire rack for 15 minutes. Transfer pan to the refrigerator to completely cool and firm up for at least 4 hours, even better overnight or until very firm. Use a sharp, heavy knife to run along the edges of bars, slide bars on parchment paper out of pan onto a cutting board then to slice into 24 squares. Store in a covered container in the refrigerator. These also freeze well, tightly wrapped and allowed to thaw for 20 minutes before serving.

Guys. My winter has been, as the Republican Party might say, “off the hook.”  I’ve been doing a lot of traveling; LA, Chicago, NYC. Right now I am chilling at my mom’s on the Upper East Side, eating as many bagels as I can get my hands on. It’s funny the things you miss when you’re away from home. I did not rush to my favorite restaurant, Candle 79, but god help the poor shmuck who stood between me and my everything bagel. This weekend we set sail for that vegan cruise thingy so let’s just see if 7 days of sunshine and vegan cupcakes can stop my mom and me from fighting.

So I’m just gonna go through my FlickR and throw some stuff at you.

This is Pizza from the Pizza Research Insitute in Eugene OR. Girlfriend, it was good. Homemade smoky vegan cheese sauce, lots of veggies and…peaches!

This is Blythe breezing bye, hurrying up to serve delicious vegan ice cream to the masses at Lula’s in NYC.

Terry eating said ice cream. Hell yes in the dead of winter!

What’s this? You don’t say? The final cover for Vegan Brunch? It couldn’t be!

I’m developing recipes for Natural Health magazine, this one is Grilled Tamarind Eggplant.  It’s going to be for the July issue, so watch for it.

Mexican Hot Chocolate Snickerdoodles, for the forthcoming cookie book. These are ok, but only if you like ridiculously delicious things.

And finally, the pile of cats that I can not wait to get home to.

I’ll be at Vegan Drinks tonight if anyone would like to give me a bon voyage wedgie or anything. See you in a few weeks!

I’m in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Home of…I have no idea. I know there’s a bagel place with hummus somewhere around here. But really we’re just trying to get to Portland as quickly and painlessly as possible.

I’ve been downloading NPR shows to curb the boredom of I-80, mostly This American Life. In doing so I came across the NPR Food podcast. It’s been around for a few years, but if I didn’t know about it, maybe you didn’t either. It’s a mishmash of food segments from all of their non-food shows, including Weekend Edition, Fresh Air and All Things Considered. The length of the show depends on how many food segments there are that week, but it seems to average about 20 minutes.

Without further ado, here you go! And I’ll see you in Portland in a few days.

I’ve been gone for most of the summer. I’m sure you missed me. The purpose of my trip was to attend Vegan: The Gathering, a gathering (duh) organized by the PPK message boards. So I will bore you with the details of that in the following days, but right now I will just bore you with the details of my too brief pit stop in Seattle.

Last time I was there I was just a poor gutter punk, sleeping in parks and on stranger’s floors, getting my boyfriend out of jail for shoplifting cigarettes at Safeway, and what have you. That was 14 years ago, but still, I liked it there. It seemed to me as east coast as a west coast city could possibly be, from the way the actual city looked - bricks, big urban parks - to the way the way the people were - they walked fast, talked fast (or at least faster than people from Oooooooregoooooon), and wore black.

I would love to spend more time there, but we really only had time for a drive by veganing. So we stopped at Wayward Cafe for brunch. Wayward is a collectively-run restaurant that serves vegan home cooking. I loved it so much in there that they could have served me a cold block of tofu and I would have been happy; bright orange walls, flyers everywhere, stuffed panda bears - if someone made a play about a collective vegan cafe the set would look just like Wayward cafe. And they were playing the Smiths, so I was in heaven.

Luckily, the food was good, too! I had fried tempeh, scrambled tofu, hummus and veggies with a side of biscuits and gravy. The biscuits were more cakey than I’m used to, but still wonderful, and even if anything wasn’t wonderful the rich, luscious gravy would make up for it. And they aren’t stingy with the nutritional yeast, they even trust you enough to leave out shakers so you can sprinkle it on all by yourself. Seward Cafe in Minneapolis does that, too. No place in Brooklyn would ever do that, but places like this aren’t really a possibility in Brooklyn these days because Brooklyn just wants people to come here, spend all their parent’s money and run back home to the midwest once their dreams are crushed and all of the bodegas have been turned into French restaurants.

Our next stop was, of course, Mighty-O Donuts.

My heart turned into a ball of mush when I saw the place, it was like a real donut place. Like, this is what the vegan revolution will look like. Like, you could take your grandma here and not have to apologize for anything. And the donuts reminded me of my grandma, too. Old fashioned cake donuts, the kind that I longed for even in my pregan days. Not sickly sweet, not sticky and deliriously fluffy, but still light and “toothsome.” We got a dozen and ate them over the course of the next few days for the long ride home through Canada. And thank god we did because if I didn’t have a vegan donut while driving through Saskatchewan I might have dirven of a cliff, if there were any cliffs. But there weren’t, only A&W drive-thrus. I think my favorite, if someone held a gun to my head and made me choose, was a chocolate donut with cinnamon sugar.

More pics here, if you so desire.