Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Why stress when you can eat?

Okay, it's no lie that when I'm stressed out I like to eat to try and comfort myself. It's not always sweet things, it's savory too, so I hope that I'm at least balancing it out. Our home-buying saga is (hopefully) coming to an end on Friday of next week, the 18th, when we should be closing. Until then, I shall bake.



Oatmeal cherry cookies with an icing drizzle. I buy these tart dried cherries from Trader Joe's, they really give it a kick for flavor, instead of using raisins or cranberries. Super yum. I made Jim leave the kitchen after he ate over half a dozen. He likes to make himself sick on cookies.



And falafel! On pita, slathered with hummus, and romaine and tomatoes and drizzled with tahini. And my starchy little friends, fries, on the side with some organic ketsup. Crunchy, a little greasy, starchy, this is comfort food at its best.

11 comments:

Heather said...

Ha! Your comfort food is still more healthy than mine any day. Very yummy looking, too!

Shananigans said...

Nothing like a yummy falafel with chips! I like to put my fries inside the lafa with everything else. Man I really want to bake cookies, but I'm still off the sweets for now. It's easier to say no to the first cookie than the 2nd, 3rd, 4th...

Good luck on the closing!

Mama Fabun said...

Those cookies look so tasty. Is the recipe going to be in the book?

KleoPatra said...

That's a fine-lookin' falafel 'n' fancy fries too. The cookies win me over though. So great! Love the streusel look!!!

Anonymous said...

what amazing looking drizzle!

Eat Peace Please said...

Cookies with frosting...
Falafel with french fries...
This is the ultimate!

MeloMeals said...

Looks delicious

Vicki's Vegan Vice said...

cherries are my favorite fruit. put 'em in cookies & add frosting = heaven.

Anonymous said...

Hubby would really love the oatmeal cherry cookies. I do hope you include them in the cookbook.

Anonymous said...

Well, this don't really belong in your blog, but I think it's good news about what happens when we run out of energy all over:

With no subsidies and limited resources, the Cuban regime took the decision to look inwards. Ceasing to organise its economy around the export of "tropical products" and the import of food, it decided to maximise food production. By necessity, this meant a back-to-basics approach; with no Soviet oil for tractors or fertiliser it turned to oxen, with no Soviet oil for its fertiliser and pesticide it turned to natural compost and the production of natural pesticides and beneficial insects. It is estimated that more than 200 locally based centres specialising in biopesticides annually produce 200 tons of verticillium to control whitefly, and 800 tons of beaveria sprays to control beetles.

Professor Jules Pretty, of the University of Essex's department of biological sciences, recently wrote: "Cut banana stems baited with honey to attract ants are placed in sweet potato fields and have led to control of sweet potato weevil. There are 170 vermicompost centres, the annual production of which has grown from 3 to 9,300 tons. Crop rotations, green maturing, intercropping and soil conservation have all been incorporated into polyculture farming."

Remarkably, this organic revolution has worked. Annual calorie intake now stands at about 2,600 a day, while UNFAO estimates that the percentage of the population considered undernourished fell from 8 per cent in 1990-2 to about 3 per cent in 2000-2. Cuba's infant mortality rate is lower than that of the US, while at 77 years life expectancy is the same.

Everyone appears to agree that this new, organic approach is far more efficient than the previous Soviet model that stressed production at all costs. Fernando Funes, head of the national Pasture and Forage Research Unit, told Harper's magazine: "In that old system it took 10 or 15 units of energy to produce one unit of food energy. At first we did not care about economics, [but] we were realising just how inefficient it was."

Jessica Johannesen said...

Oh falafel how do I love thee, let me count the ways...