This past weekend, my girlfriend and I partook in an old Midwestern tradition. “Going up to the cabin” is a very white (and rather heteronormative, at least as far as the neighbors) activity that’s always been kind of intriguing to me, and a friend of ours kindly invited us up to her family’s cabin in far western Minnesota (about 40 miles from Fargo, ND). While the weather in general was not very cooperative, we were lucky to have a playful new kitty, some board games, and vegan-cooking-receptive hosts.
Isn’t he cute? Buffy made us all exclaim with delighted glee at his tiniest movements and kitten behaviors. He took a particular liking to our friend Anne’s great-aunt Ruthie, who is 93 and, as it turns out, likes vegan food enough to “swear that [tempeh bacon] was meat!” Often we would find him curled up in her lap while she read, or played Rummikub, or even while we ate some vegan chili the night of our arrival:
We also let him outside, where he scurried up posts and climbed trees:
We also got to check out lots of birds at the feeder… nothing new for us amateur birdwatchers, but I still find White-Breasted Nuthatches so so cute (that’s a Black-Capped Chickadee in the foreground):
One thing I like about cabins, especially older ones that aren’t remodeled or aren’t some excessive structure more akin to mansion, is the time warp into which you feel you’ve stepped. What may not be terribly obvious from this blog is that I’m a fool for mid-century kitchen stuff, knickknacks, decor, clothes, etc. In addition to an old and giant percolator in which we brewed our morning coffee, there was this amazing little corner of the kitchen:
And as if that weren’t enough, check out this assortment of “ancient” remedies from the past:
Wait a minute, this is a food blog! Ahh yes, fear not, I have two humble photos for you. Being the sole vegan and the one who likes making food most, I was put in charge of cooking for the weekend. Since dinner was a casual affair overshadowed by a simultaneous game of Rummikub I didn’t get a photo, but brunch on Saturday and Sunday were both lovely and sunlit affairs. Exhibit A – the “Mexican” breakfast, consisting of spiced, roasted red and sweet potatoes (the seed of an idea for a zine no. 2 recipe), stewed black beans, avocado slices on a side of spinach for me (I passed, naturally, on the eggs):
And Exhibit B – Ricki’s Carob Date Pancakes (from her book Sweet Freedom) drizzled with maple syrup, the aforementioned tempeh bacon, and fresh fruit salad. Yum! It makes me wish for a cabin of our own someday.
Exciting News! Kim from the (Minneapolis) blog Affairs of Living recommended me for a guest appearance on AM950′s Fresh and Local Show, which I’ll be on this Saturday, August 8 to talk about eating fresh, local food. Eep! I’m really excited but a bit nervous, and ever so grateful this doesn’t involve videotaping… although I’ve been reassured that the ladies are awesome and it’s tons of fun. If you live in the area, you can tune in Saturday morning from 8-9am (I’ll be on there sometime after 8.30). If not, the show should be archived within a week or two to the website above.
Speaking of local food, I’m about to pluck some ripe Bloody Butcher Tomatoes from outside my front door for dinner