A brief list of things I refuse to do

1. Christmas cards
2. other meaningless holiday gestures (holiday gestures are reserved for family and a few friends)
3. see an allergist (who wants to spend her life avoiding an obscure tree?)

Swinging Past Center

Ah, Thanksgiving. "Turkey Day." For me, it's more like "Carb Day(s)". These are the days, my friends, the days of pies, turkey, stuffing, pies, and stuffing. Did I mention pies*? Or stuffing?

Yes.

This morning I woke up with a deep, primitive desire--nay, a need--for grapefruit. A white bowl full of astringent, garnet grapefruit pieces and creamy, green avocado chunks scattered with toasted pine nuts and a touch of salt and mint. From there, I dove into my vegan and vegetarian cookbooks. And then I realized that, were I to prepare the famous carrot-miso spread from the ION restaurant's cookbook, well, I'd have to bake fresh bread. So out came King Arthur Flour.

Here's a sampling of the menu I've concocted:

spicy vegetable and cashew soup, bread with carrot-miso spread
broccoli-tofu phyllos, roasted red pepper sauce, salad with gomashio and lemon juice
grilled cajun tempeh, roasted red pepper sauce, salad

lunches: roast beef and apple sandwiches (thanks, Ann)

I'd better get to the store.

*I'd vowed to eat only pumpkin pie and sworn off pecan. Pumpkin has much more fiber and fewer calories than its sugary cousin. But then a homemade pecan pie was staring me in the eye, laughing, enticing, a veritable siren song of pecan-encrusted heaven. I ate it.