One of the things you’ve probably noticed if you’re a city dweller of a certain demographic is that all your friends are obsessed with brunch. In Toronto, hot spots such as Saving Grace, Swan, School, et al. draw out the twenty-somethings in droves.
And while I generally love to get on board with food-based trendyness, I do have a bit of a beef with brunch! WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO LATE? Its the worst! Sure its no big thing if you wake up with the rest of the Saturday world at a reasonable 9 or even 10 o’clock to eat at 11….but for those of us who get up early waiting this long is simply torturous.
So here’s the trick I’ve discovered to make it from your early morning tummy grumble to your midday poached egg and pancake session.
Besting Brunch Green Smoothie
- 1/2 banana (frozen if you got it!)
- 1/2 cup plain yoghurt or silken tofu
- 1 big handful of kale leaves (spinach also works great)
- 1/2 scoop vanilla protein powder (optional, but I find this helps tide me over)
- dash of cinnamon
- 1/2 tsp vanilla
- 1 squeeze of honey, agave or a pinch of stevia
- small handful of ice
Blend, blend, blend.
This baby won’t fill you up like a full on breakfast but its loaded with protein and nutrients that will keep your energy high until you get your fix! Sip and enjoy.
my daily dose of green: smoothie & simply food berry green tea
Since I’m sure the 1998 teen-female-empowerment film Strike! had as much of an impact on you as it did on me…I’m sure you’re familiar with the saying:
“No more little white gloves.”
dont mess with the girls from miss godard's
Well I like to take that phrase and apply it to all of my culinary endeavors under the slightly revised:
NO MORE LITTLE WHITE BREAD.
Now what I mean by NMLWB is essentially…just because we wanna eat super healthy good for us food…doesnt mean we have to eat plain boring-ass white person food all the time.
I must admit that my lunch today was depressingly WB today because I was in a hurry at work and grabbed something from Cultures restaurant. Yup. Mall food. A simple whole wheat wrap + fruit salad + spinach salad wasn’t a bad option on the go but seriously? I can do better than that. I made a promise to myself to get serious when dinner rolled around.
Which brings us to today’s Surinamese inspired recipe…
Crispy Kedjap Tempeh
(Or: This aint yo mama’s chicken fingers & ketchup)
- 1 block tempeh, sliced into 12 pieces
- 2 tbsp ketjap manis (or 1.5 tbsp soy sauce + 1 tbsp molasses)
- 4 tbsp rice vinegar
- 1.5 tbsp tomato paste
- 1/2 tbsp chopped garlic
- 1 tbsp almond butter
- siracha to taste (around a tsp)
Begin by chopping tempeh block in half then slicing it into thirds (this may take a little patience but its worth it to make the tempeh nice and crispy). Next, steam tempeh for around 15 minutes if desired to remove bitterness (optional). Whisk together all of the ingredients in a shallow dish, add a little water to thin out. Next allow steamed or unsteamed tempeh to marinate for 10-30 minutes in the mixture at room temperature. Flip halfway.
Line a baking dish with tin foil and pour about half your marinade to the bottom. Add tempeh then 75% of the remainder of the mixture to the top (its okay if its not a lot – just spread around the tempeh with your fingers). Bake around 30 min at 350, flipping halfway. Remove tempeh, add the remainder of your mixture plus a little extra soy/molasses and siracha if needed. Broil for about 5-7 minutes until tempeh crisps up, flipping once.
Enjoy on sandwiches, salads or rice bowls!
Dear blog readers,
Think of this post as our first date. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. And I have a very short window here to explain everything about myself, my point of view and why I think I’m worthy of your precious online attention. So forgive me if I can’t quite cover it all in one go.
So let’s start with the most obvious question you may have: what’s with the name?
While I consider myself a little past my “hipster heyday,” to most I’d probably still fit the bill. I listen to music you’ve never heard of, buy trendy clothes from overpriced vintage stores, stop going to bars once too many people find out about them, use literary references in everyday speech, genuinely enjoy contemporary art and get a little too enthusiastic about nostalgia. And yes I idolize Ira Glass, Wes Anderson and Dave Eggers.
Have I lost you yet? Stay with me. While hipsters may not always be associated with healthy food (ahem…emaciated American Apparel employees anyone?) or active lifestyles (cardio eye rolling) I decided long ago that even though I shared their taste in movies, music, fashion and 1990s melodramatic television I did not share the apathetic tendencies of the “sceney” lifestyle. Too much pabst makes me feel like crapst.
So that’s basically it. The Healthy Hipster chronicles the life of one gal striving to bring together the strange bedfellows of hipsterdom and healthy living – and its all right here for you to get inspired by, judge harshly and enjoy.
Oh yes…if you’re thinking to yourself right now “Doesn’t calling yourself a hipster automatically negate your hipster status?” Then you are clearly familiar with the ways of this world…maybe even too familiar. So to you I say…shut up you f***ing hipster. Im doin me. 🙂
Yours truly, the healthy hipster.