Recipe

Gluten Free (and vegan) Thin Mints

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Today was a lazy day. I woke up around 9:30 am after snoozing for about 13 hours, watched the entire 2nd season of Portlandia, watched two episodes of Breaking Bad, did some baking (obviously the food kind, not the weed kind. Sorry, college has ruined the term”baking” for me), and now I’m curled up in front of the tube watching the last Harry Potter movie with full intentions to watch the Teen Choice Awards afterwards into the late hours of the evening. Fingers crossed that One Direction makes an appearance!

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No, One Direction. YOU don’t know you’re beautiful.

I’m getting off topic…

Unfortunately, I rarely get around to baking as it is time consuming and often expensive to make something both gluten free and edible. But seeing as I’ve been too busy doing other things, it’s been a while since I’ve really tapped into my hands-on creative side. Perfect time for baking!

Since I was still in my pajamas with my hair still looking like a blind bird’s nest was too preoccupied, I sent my dear mother off to the grocery store to get me some specialty ingredients so that I could make a gluten free replica of my all-time favorite cookie: The Thin Mint. Us gluten-free folks are all too used to missing out on the Girl Scout cookie wave that hits America around spring time, and my Thin Mint cravings have recently taken over so I figured now is as good a time as ever to craft up some Girl Scout cookies of my own.

You’ll need:

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This is how you do it. 

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Little Garcon- Born Ruffians

Jacob- Kiersten Holine

Kilojoules- Freelance Whales

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Daily Life, Review

“Coffee And…”

FOREWORD: I was too busy being in a tizzy today to have time to bother with taking pictures of my food, so there are no relevant pictures to go with this post today. To make it up to you, here’s a picture of a cat in a cup:

Happy? Ok, good.

I work in the Downtown Seattle area, so when I read a blurb in Seattle Met Magazine about a new gluten free bakery called “Coffee And…” that was only a couple of blocks away from the office I couldn’t get there fast enough. Considering the place was supposedly only a 5-or-so minute walk away, I left the office with confidence that I could find it fairly easily without extensively looking at directions. Falsehood.

To put things into perspective, I left the office at noon and literally didn’t get to the darned place until 1:30. I always feel so cool walking around Seattle like the semi-local that I am amongst all the dazed and confused tourists. But today I found myself wandering around, searching high and low for this illusive gluten free bakery, just like all the tourists I normally scoff at. It was hot, my feet were tired of being stuffed in my too-small flats, and my stomach was an empty pit howling to be fed. But I was determined. I had a Seattle-savvy reputation to hold, after all.

When I finally found the place hidden away in an awkwardly sideways storefront, I was slightly disappointed to see a rather limited selection of baked goods in front of me. Plus the words “gluten free” were only written once, in very small lettering, making me wonder if this was even the right place (nearly giving me a hunger-induced heart attack). I ordered a banana walnut loaf slice and it was all bagged up and ready to go when I was alerted that I could only pay with cash… which I didn’t have. I swallowed my grumpiness, trekked my way to the nearest ATM, got a $20 bill, and came back to be at last united with my food. Needless to say, first impression= meh.

However! Everything was made up for the fabulous people working there and the delicious goodies I left the place with. The man and woman working there sincerely apologized for the cash-only debacle (which I have since forgiven considering they are still brand new, therefore working out kinks), and to make it up to me, they gave me a free muffin!

It was a savory muffin with feta, and I think something along the lines of tomato and basil. Whatever was in it, it was MUCHO DELICIOSO. As I walked to my bus stop, I ate the whole muffin (mind you, it was a moderately sized muffin) before I even made it to the next street over. Then, in a hungry craze, I dug straight into the banana walnut loaf which, while I would like a stronger banana flavor, was soft and tasty. The crunchy walnuts along the edge of the loaf were an excellent touch and added some nice consistency. It was so good that I ended up eating the whole (hefty) thing in the span of three blocks. Consider the fact that I was walking uphill at a fast paced stride in the heat, and you’ll understand why I felt like curling up in fetal position right there on the sidewalk. The food was fantastic but I ate a lot of carbs in very little time.

Overall, this was a bad situation turned good (something that seems to have become a pattern for me), and the adage “Determination pays off” proved to be truth. They’ll see me back soon, and maybe next time it won’t take me an hour and a half to get there.

You can go on your own wild goose chase and find “Coffee And…” at 1500 Western Ave Seattle, WA

Where Is My Mind-The Pixies (Bassnectar Remix)

Bust Your Kneecaps-Pomplamoose

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Tula’s Gluten Free Bakery- Portland, Oregon

Last Sunday, my mother and I did something that I have never done in my life and may never do again. We walked out of a restaurant. I mean, straight up walked out. We had taken a 3 hour drive down to Portland, Oregon for the day and we were both feeling rather tired and hungry so in our fatigued state, we wandered into the first hipster cafe we could find that had the words “gluten-free” on its’ posted menu. I’ll just say that the moment we went in, I automatically had a bad feeling. The waiting staff was not very helpful and they were very slow moving, which was tough on our now growling bellies. I ordered an omelette with feta cheese and tomato, hoping to goodness that it was gluten free as it should naturally be, and got some fresh fruit as a side. We ordered at 1:00. At 1:40 my mom asked the server if our food would be coming soon. I peeked back at the (teeny tiny) kitchen and saw nothing but bread crumbs flying everywhere, knives cutting bread then cutting vegetables, and un-gloved hands. I swear, I could almost hear the Psycho theme song playing in the background as I stared, wide-eyed at all the contamination occurring right in front of me. Long story short, between the meal taking FOR-EV-ER and my disbelief that the meal would be at all safe for me to eat, we simply up and left. I felt really bad for not giving the people a chance to win me over, but in all truth, I’m glad we did it. Not just because I avoided inevitably getting sick but also because we ended up eating lunch at a 100% gluten free gem that we would have missed had we settled for the first place.
Enter Tula’s Gluten Free Bakery.

We were literally about to flee the city in our hungry rage when I turned my head and caught a glimpse of the words “gluten-free bakery”, as if it was under a spotlight from God himself. (I swear, since I’ve been GF, the term “gluten-free” sticks out to me like a sore thumb no matter how discrete it is- anyone else this way)? I desperately yelled “GLUTEN-FREE BAKERY, MOM TURN AROUND”, following which we performed a very dangerous and desperate car maneuver in order to park in front of this beautiful place called Tula’s Gluten Free Bakery & Cafe. We walked in and I almost wanted to cry. Food everywhere-and it was all gluten free! I felt like a kid in a candy store and I had to refrain from asking for “one of everything, please!”. I decided to order a tomato basil panini, and my mom and I bought the softest loaf of banana bread that was still warm from the oven. As I crunched into the panini, I tried to remember the last time I had a really good grilled sandwich. It’s definitely been a while. And let me tell you, this was a REALLY good grilled sandwich. The focaccia bread was crispy and flavorful and held together the entire time while I was eating. The cheese was melted to perfection, and the overall flavor achieved was perfection. I cleaned my plate, feeling absolutely satisfied, my hunger satiated and the shame of walking out on the first place– a thing of the past. Of course, I couldn’t leave this place without getting some dessert! I ordered a vegan ice cream cookie sandwich filled with sea salt vanilla ice cream. Holy cookie. The ice cream was the perfect balance between salty and sweet and slightly reminded me of sea salt caramel. The two cookies sandwiching the ice cream honestly tasted  like the chewy Chips-Ahoy cookies I grew up eating. I ate the thing in about 5 minutes flat, and happily drove the rest of the way home to Washington with my fingers nostalgically sticky with ice cream.

If you are in the Portland area, do not miss Tula’s Gluten Free Bakery and Cafe. You won’t regret it.

Today’s freebie MP3’s-inspired by ultra-groovy Portland!

High for This (The Weekend cover)- Ellie Goulding

Rocketship-unknown 😦

Something About the Fire (Carlos Serrano mix)-Adele & Daft Punk

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