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Thursday Reflections | Class, Work, and Exercise

Researchers recently presented findings from analyzing the 2005-2006 U.S. National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey in San Francisco at the American Sociological Association. They found that college-educated workers moved more on weekends while workers with a high school diploma or less moved more during the week. The study lead author, Jarron Saint Onge, an assistant professor of sociology at the University of Kansas, pointed out why this is so: “work-related activity [for less-educated, working-class people] tends to be low intensity and typically involves repetitive motions that can have harmful health effects.” 
Woo, HIIT!

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Honours Student Breakfast: Museli

Before I had my licence/parents would let me drive, for the super-early National Honor Society morning meetings, Ownie Mom would drive me to school. As usual, she gave me breakfast: a thermos of Earl Grey tea, a pot of Stonyfield Farms organic, low-fat yoghurt (chocolate please!), maybe an apple, and a bag of enhanced trail mix. Trail mix with more stuff became my vice in later years: GORP, M’n’Ms, peanutbutter-filled pretzels, and Quaker Oatmeal Squares. Of course I ate it to stay awake in 2006-2008. I made it for myself and ate it to fill some hunger for the same love and care for my success in 2009-2010.



Reframing and curse-reversing time. I like to eat Bob’s Red Mill GF Museli in green juice (at work, which indicates a hunger for something not-food, I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt). When I kept seeing Nutrition Stripped’s Nourishing Museli on Instagram, I knew I could redo my favourite snack/breakfast.


While not as whole-foods-y as McKel’s original, mine is a healthy indulgence served in the same ways the originator recommends: straight, over a green smoothie, or on vice cream. Hiding GF cereal in museli is a good way to make it more nutritious and more of a meal than it is by itself.




Museli

2 cups GF rolled oats
3 cups GF cereal (I used Kashi Simply Maize and Van’s Cinnamon Heaven cereals)
12 GF sandwich cookies, quartered and squashed (I used Kinnitoos Chocolate Sandwich Cremes)
1 cup almonds
1 cup walnuts
1 cup sunflower seeds
1 cup hempseeds
2 cups raisins
1 1/4 cups goji berries (I used up a bag)
1/2 cup unsweetened coconut flakes
1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Dash sea salt

Mix it all together and store in airtight containers. Portioning is recommended.



With some Marley Coffee Rawmeal protein powder and ground flaxseed: breakfast!

Come to the Dark Side…we have vegan and gluten-free goodies.

The Question | Cinnamon Sourdough Waffles

Post #253

I have bloody scrapes on two fingers, a nice purple bruise and cut in one calf, a ruined batch of flapjacks, too much sugar, and a cancelled personal training session. 


Then there’s this.

 

 
 
 

Snow. I love snow. I’m game to drive in it. Having an adversarial relationship to the weather changes little about what’s in front of me when look out the window. Extending that idea, yes, my fingers may be bleeding (did you know dark chocolate is a so-so pre-workout but a great anticoagulant? Found this out the hard way!), but generally life is going well.  My bills are paid, my apartment is warm and well-stocked, my car works, my job is interesting, my friends and family love me (and I them!), and I have artistic projects in the works. Someday it’ll be Saturday night. Why is it so difficult to accept success?

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Food Flashback and Labels

 

 

This is the 179th blog post on Gothic Granola, formerly Screwfoot Q. It’s time to make a 180 degree turn on some issues.

When I was in college and became vegetarian, then subsequently vegan, my suppers consisted of the following:
greens, crunchy raw veg, beans, nuts, dried fruit, maybe hot vegetable if it was decent, maybe a cup of soup. Dessert was cereal and non-dairy milk and decaf coffee or tea. More often than not, the hot veg entree was some kind of ethnic dish, not half bad. This I ate in the residential college dining halls; at the Center for Jewish Life I would maybe be able to have a hot entree. When I look back on what I ate, I shake my head and don’t wonder why I felt deprived (no real dessert! What nonsense!). The special diets situation has since improved slightly in Princeton’s dining halls, but I do not plan on going back anytime soon to confirm this.

I bought Nature Path’s Mesa Sunrise cereal recently. Sugar is my drug, as frequent readers of this blog know. Sugar for breakfast or in more than 2 tablespoons per day is not good for Q. So I had this cereal for dessert because it contains sugar, and the high-fibre dinner insulated me from its effects somewhat. I know I’m playing with fire, so I will bake with the cereal or manage my intake well. Next time I have a coupon, I’ll stick to the fruit-sweetened cornflakes.

Curry Bean Salad
Inspired by Whole Foods Market

1 16-ounce can pinto beans, rinsed and drained
1 16-ounce can kidney beans, rinsed and drained
1/3 cup raisins

1 yellow onion, diced
pinch salt
1/2 teaspoon turmeric
1/4 cup water
2 cups beet stems, cut into 1-inch pieces
2 teaspoons curry powder
1 teaspoon ground cumin
dash cinnamon
dash cayenne
2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
1 tablespoon toasted sesame oil
1 tablespoon maple syrup
1 teaspoon tamari

Place the beans and raisins in a large bowl and set aside.

In a medium skillet over medium heat, dry-sautee onion with salt until beginning to brown and turn translucent. Add the turmeric, cook for another minute, then remove from heat and scrape into bowl.

Return pan to the heat and add the remaining spices, stirring, to toast for 30 seconds. Deglaze the pan with the water, scraping up the browned bits of onion. Add the beet stems and the liquid ingredients and stir. Cook for 3 minutes or until the beet stems have softened somewhat. Add the beets to the beans and onions and mix well. Serve over greens and enjoy cereal and unsweetened almondmilk for dessert.

I served mine over raw collards, which with the beans, is probably too digestively hardcore for most people. I drank a lot of water and had a tall glass of zombie tea with the cereal.

curry bean salad vegan gluten-free | gothic granola

Vegan and vegetarian are lovely labels for convenience; living in an urban area means restaurants know what they mean and can prepare food accordingly. However, as with saying my alma interfector, saying I’m vegan tends to suck the air out of the room. Wow, judge much, people? No, I cannot change others. I can change myself.

While it’s cutesy to use “vegan and gluten-free goodies” in my blog tagline, this blog is about being oneself and doing things for oneself. I just happen to not eat animal products and gluten at this time. I can’t eat dairy, eggs, and gluten. Maybe one day I will eat animal flesh again. Labels are convenient tags for experiencing conventional reality, but they have no place in ultimate reality. The more I cling to labels, to marks of this world, the more difficult it will be when we eventually part (in this life, in the next…).

It’s time to begin divesting of labels. Goth, ace, androgyne, vegan, gluten-free, catholic, buddhist, metaphysical. These are the labels I use most often. Even together they form an incomplete picture, a fractured mirror. {Ed. note: No, no! Erasure! Don’t do it!}

What is the best mirror? A boon friend, as Buddhists call it, someone who helps you in your striving for nirvana, for escape from the world cycle. Someone who encourages you to be the best you.

In divesting myself of labels, I’m disrobing my soul, as it were. Labels are protective and keep people at bay (“I dress this way/ just to keep them at bay”). Losing labels affects my art and how I keep my heart on my sleeve as an artist. Pain and pleasure, the extremes and the mundane, are all the more intense when one experiences them with bare awareness, mindful attention, rather than experiencing them with the scratched and coloured lenses of labels.
The harder the cling, the harder the sting. Let ’em go, and there’s no sting. That’s the hardest thing.

Tailspin | Gingerbread

A video primer:

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Practicing Presence: Baignan Bharta

I bought some lotion the other day.
 coconut lotion | gothic granola
 
Kiss My Face’s “Super-Hydrating Moisturizer” in coconut variety.
 
I had a coupon and my hands are cracking from all the hand-washing I do and from working in a cold environment (yeah, nobody wants to work those registers by the door). In hindsight, I reflected, as I rubbed the thick cream on my hands before putting on my Halloween sock-gloves before bed, I could’ve saved myself a couple bucks and put coconut oil on my hands. Granted, my sheets would’ve become uber-greasy but my chapped hands might knit back together, thus, uh, lubricated.
 

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Miceli Brownies

I believe one should speak one’s mind. I have nothing nice, as in pleasant or organised, to say right now, coming off or through the job transition, so I will not say anything. Not here, anyway. Much processing to keep doing.

Miceli Brownies | gothic granola 
 



Today I present Miceli Brownies, or “Knock You Nakeds,” caramel-filled brownies or cake bars. They are dense, chewy, and mad crazy sweet. I invite your submissions of your rhapsodical memories from Lenape or Princeton when my mother or I made them and brought them to events or I returned to school with a container in tow. Read more →