We do a lot of vegan, gluten-free cooking around here. We make our own almond milk a few times a week which leaves us with the fantastic byproduct of almond flour (which is an oxymoron and technically not real flour since it’s wet, but whatever). We use the flour for pancakes and various raw bar goodies, but cookies are the most fun and usually taste like regular eggy, oily varieties.
Alice likes to eat batter and help spoon out dough. I think the vegan aspect is perhaps best suited for toddlers. At least mine, who seems eager to disregard anything I say and go ahead and eat raw dough until her “tummy hurt, Mama.”
I rarely measure anything–so usually I have to give recipes a second shot to confirm what I did the first time. But here’s my estimated recipe.
Heat oven to 375.
Combine 1 cup ground, soaked almonds (water drained out so it clumps a bit). *dry almond meal works too, just add a table spoon of water and mix a little until it looks shaggy.
1 ripe banana (use a mixer to mash or if blending by hand smash in good processor or put in plastic bag and roll with a rolling pin…or clean wine bottle works too…
2 table spoons almond butter
2 table spoons honey
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
Mix all together and add:
1 table spoon flax seeds
2 table spoons shredded (unsweetened) coconut
2 table spoons honey
And fold in:
2 table spoons vegan chocolate chips
Spoon out around 1 table spoon-sized cookies on parchment. Cook 13 to 15 minutes (checking on them at around 10–until bottoms are darkening. But coconut burns/cooks differently depending on shredded finely verses flake, etc.)
This past week I played hookie for a day and met Moses in Washington Square Park for a picnic. Though I spent the morning feeling horribly guilty, I kept reminding myself six days a week of work is hardly “normal” and everyone’s entitled to a day off (with no pay).
I have this totally weird thing about “packed” lunches. I find them repulsive and have since I was a really little kid. From what I can piece together, I have a super developed sense of smell (I’m a super hero), and when things are packed in one small container for a few hours, they take on the muddled smell of EVERYTHING in the bag/basket/cooler. In short, this leaves one with the equivalent of edible garbage and I can’t eat it. So I always ate “hot lunch” (equally gross but different) as a kid.
So for this picnic I tried to beat the system by being innovative. I packed our main dish in a big mason jar with a cloth lid in the hopes the smells wouldn’t get muddled.
I’m acutely aware these pictures aren’t a smashing representation of my efforts, but still, my heirloom tomato pasta with basil, oil oil and red peppers turned out pretty delicious (and odor free).
I also brought vegan chocolate chip cookies made from quinoa (instead of flower), which didn’t fair well in the sun due to the carob, but did taste good.
And, though I’ll never be the best “worker bee” in the hive, I’m fairly sure I throw a mean picnic, and that’s really what it comes down to in the end right? How many wonderful random “dejeuner sur l’herbe(s)” you threw for your petit ami? Maybe next time I’ll even stage a Manet recreation sitting, but I doubt I can find anyone willing to be the random naked girl in front…
Dejeuner Sur L’Herbe, Eduard Manet
And there’s your culture for the day.