Vegan Berry Cobbler

I grew up eating blueberry and peach cobblers every summer when after our yearly pilgrimage to the Carolina beaches. I’ve experimented with multiple recipes, both vegan and adapted from traditional, and finally found a great combination that satisfies the southern palette. Berry Ingredients: (I recommend doing this an hour or even half a day before hand to…

Vegan Bruschetta

I made the mistake of buying a whole loaf of fresh rosemary bread, when I knew only I would be eating it. If you know me and my tiny stomach, eating a whole loaf of bread if quite an undertaking. So I came up with this recipe to use up as much of the bread…

Some of my all-time favorites

Here are some of my favorite vegan recipes I tried over the past year, along with pix of my results. Black Bean Butternut Squash Enchiladas Get the recipe here. Eggplant Parmesan  Get the recipe here. Southwest Tofu Scramble Get the recipe here The Fluffiest Pancakes You’ll Ever Eat Get the recipe here.

Southern Style Mac n Cheese

This is one of my favorite recipes I grew up eating but adapted to a vegan diet. If you’re like me and love the crust, use a shallow casserole dish so there’s as much crust as possible. If you are gluten free, just substitute gluten-free pasta and bread crumbs.   Ingredients 1 tsp coconut oil…

ode to an unfinished man

Paper hisses green smoke, between knocked knuckles painted crimson as he presses puckered kisses into a man’s cheek. Level– he’s on a pursuit for anything to push down the tethers on his heels. Tried to find a way up strip the weights, shave the pain down into something he can carry. Mama said don’t pickup…

passing cars

I force myself to focus sounds of cars passing. stop at a light turning left, and cars passing by lights bleed. it’s oddly soothing, cars pass in perfect cadence, monotony comforts cold. But– it’s not the sounds themselves that soothe. It’s that space between each whoosh– sudden moment of silence dappling the chaos. You know it’ll…

he had called her naked

Krystal gripped the corners of the paper towel in her fist. The weight of the strawberries pressed little red kisses, dappling the white towel. Frozen strawberries were the only food she could stomach when she was this hungover. As she rounded the street corner she clutched her purse tighter into her ribs, patent leather stuck…

the proposal

“What were you thinking about?” She clicked her phone off, placed it in her purse which she rested on the floor. “About how disgusting that floor is.” There was a paper bag laying a few feet away spilling out a used condom and an assortment of wadded paper towels. “It’s a knock off. I don’t…