Roasted ratatouille pasta (or quinoa, or rice, or whatever)

Self, I feel the compulsion to apologize for the radio silence on this little journal of ours. I know it makes me/us uncomfortable. But we have been scrimping and saving in order to travel for an entire month, and that has involved a lot of front-loading of other priorities. And now that we’re away, we have actually been working quite a bit, albeit in a less structured, less orderly, reduced kind of way, squeezing focused time in between oodles of exploring. Amazing how relaxing certain types of busyness can be without actually allowing for time to relax.

There hasn’t been any real time for the likes of posting recipes…and yet at midnight I’m going to, driven by the preoccupying desire to record every moment. Every bite, even. Nothing new there, I guess. 

This week we’re in Switzerland, and the scenery that inspired Tolkien’s Rivendell is so truly, magically breathtaking words can’t begin to compete with images, which are forthcoming. Soon, promise. For the moment, there is this:

Because when you’re keeping to a shoestring budget of sorts, having splurged on travel itself, it’s nice to know you can make something suitably satisfying and also rather lovely to look at with a few reasonably priced vegetables you can find at the tiny local Coop, or even the nearby campsite general store. Roasting elevates the sweet and savory flavors and adds a quality that is both homey and elegant to just about everything, imho. This ratatouille is simple, delicious, versatile, and brightly beckoning. It’s so straightforward it doesn’t actually need a write-up. Except, I want to collect memories with gusto right now.  So here is where we segue transparently and awkwardly into something sweet that transpired before we left for this trip. Because, it was also bright and colorful, of course.

The Friday before our big trip, our little family trio went to Denver because to see a photography exhibition called Inspired by Nature, from Front Range Wildlife Photographers. Dave had two photos on display which had been selected as among the top ten, and Felix was sooo excited and proud to share in it.

We’d been creating all kinds of cool sculpture art together with cardboard boxes, and Flix was inspired to have our own little exhibition in our tiny living room. He wants to save money for a new Paw Patroller and thought, why not sell tickets? One penny each.

An afternoon was set aside for an official “Felix’s Box Art gallery opening”. We had invited two friends to come view Jack the box robot, Dino World, Sky Flier the plane, Ready Jet Go the rocket, the box Choo Choo camper, egg carton caterpillars, a box telescope, and the grand masterpiece we’d completed that morning, “Pidgie Pirate Ship” complete with its own plank. At the grocery store we even picked up a special veggie tray and grapes to serve our special guests.


Plans at age four must change on the fly more often than not, and our friends looked like they weren’t going to be able to make it. Flix had carefully set up the “snack bar” on the piano bench and insisted on waiting by the door, staring out. “What’s taking so long?” he exclaimed at one point. “We’re never going to get to show off this art!” He was quietly, shyly excited, and I was sweating, internally panicking and shooting off texts on the sly hoping to enlist some others at the last minute. 

There were a few tense moments, but then, hurrah! Dear, amazing, I-am-forever-in-your-debt Ms. Sarah made it; she drove from across town even though her daughters were playing at grandmother’s house. She saved the day. Felix beamed as he opened the door for her and explained all the art. He piled his plate with celery sticks, carrots, grapes and tomatoes, and we all shared “bubble water” (seltzer).





The next morning, two little friends and siblings came to see “the big exhibit”, and we had a lovely play date. It made our day! Flix told “the guys”–stuffed animals– all about it all afternoon. 




Thank you, Ms. Sarah. Thank you, friends. Thank you creativity and the wonder of being four.


Thank you, ratatouoille. Thank you, simple things. Thank you goodness, and wholesomeness, and all those little moments that keep fueling faith in the power of little joys. 

More soon. 😉


Roasted Ratatouille Pasta
Originally created for Ancient Harvest
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  1. 1 medium eggplant, diced
  2. 1 medium zucchini, diced
  3. 1 red bell pepper, diced
  4. 1 onion, diced
  5. 3 cups cherry or grape tomatoes
  6. ¼ cup olive oil, divided
  7. 1 tablespoon red wine vinegar
  8. 3 cloves garlic, minced
  9. ½ teaspoon red pepper flakes
  10. 1 teaspoon dried Italian herb seasoning
  11. 1 (8 oz) package Ancient Harvest Supergrain Pasta® Garden Pagodas, or other Supergrain Pasta®, or grains of choice
  12. 1 cup crushed tomatoes
  13. ½ cup fresh basil, chopped
  14. ¼ cup fresh parsley, chopped
  15. salt and pepper to taste
  1. Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. In a large mixing bowl, combine diced zucchini, eggplant, and onion.
  2. In a small bowl, toss tomatoes with 1 tablespoon olive oil and 1 tablespoon red wine vinegar. Set aside.
  3. Whisk together remaining olive oil, garlic, Italian seasoning, red pepper flakes and a dash salt and pepper. Drizzle over the eggplant mixture and toss to evenly coat.
  4. Arrange vegetables in a single layer on a foil-lined roasting or rimmed baking pan and roast 40-45 minutes, stirring halfway.
  5. Arrange tomatoes on a separate baking pan. Add to oven midway through roasting vegetables and cook 20-25 minutes, or until tomatoes are soft and bursting open.
  6. Prepare pasta according to package directions. Drain, and return to pot, stirring in crushed tomatoes to coat. Remove from heat and cover to keep warm.
  7. Add roasted vegetables and tomatoes, with juice, to pasta pot.
  8. Add basil and parsley, and stir to evenly combine all ingredients.
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Vegan lentil bolognese (and a whole bunch of rambling)

For a few weeks running, I’ve fallen into a habit of going off on personal tangents. One more week won’t hurt, right?  Next week I will make a concerted effort to post food with minimal commentary about anything outside of said recipe. Promise. Unless something REALLY compelling comes up that needs to be logged, diary-style.

This week I’m thinking about lentils. For anyone impatient with personal ramblings yet still willing to visit here, time to skip to the recipe is now. I first worked on this recipe for Ancient Harvest and now it’s a regular. It’s easy, satisfying, colorful, variable, vegan, plant-powerful, and delicious.

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It’s funny, the little things that trigger memories, even those we didn’t mean to store. Sometimes such a blessing. Sometimes a trigger for a cloud. Always, an opportunity for learning and reflection.

Last Thursday I went to the police station to be fingerprinted. My teaching license is up for renewal this year, and last month I was notified that my background check is no longer on file and fingerprints need be resubmitted. On reflection that’s standard–because, time passing–but in the moment I interpreted the email as, great, CDE LOST my fingerprints, and what a hassle. I was a little prickly, in small part because I had also been “lost” in the system regarding one writing contract and was months behind on getting paid; on top of that, a check from another contract had been lost in the mail. These things combined, and I concluded morosely that I was steadily being deleted from existence.

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At the station, a brisk woman ably rolled my fingers and thumbs on the card while I tried to hide my crankiness by appearing absorbed by the boxes printed on the card. My eyes rested on the standard tiny square marked “R”, and for a moment I disappeared. Not quite deja vu, not time travel (though, wow, if only!)…you know the brain space kind of place I mean.

I was six years old. My father and I were parked outside the small local elementary school, the only one in our then small town. We were dropping off books for a sale. As my father hauled the boxes over to donations, I hopped into the back of an open truck to browse through books displayed there. I remember loving the old, worn ones best, thumbing through beguiling, dusty, yellowed pages, breathing in their smells.

“What ARE you?!” A man’s insistent, aggravated voice barked me out of my mini-reverie. I looked up and took in his ruddy face, purple and pulsating at the temples. Even then I could see he was coarse, naive and rude. But I still felt less-than facing him, and he scared me.

“What ARE you?!” the man repeated. I looked around, confirming he was directing all that barbed anger toward me. I wasn’t sure I understood the question. Undeterred, he continued, “What are you? Jap, Chink, Mexican?”  “I’m-I’m American,” I finally stammered, as I’d been taught. His uproarious laughter in response…I guess I’ve magnified it in my mind, but it was deeply unsettling. Prejudice wasn’t new to me, but this was the first time I’d felt such electric loathing directed at me like that, and from an adult. Mess that he was, I would given him respect, regarded him as authority.

What happened next was nothing noteworthy. My dad came back, and we went home. The incident lasted no more than two minutes, but decades later I realized it stayed with me, retained some power to rattle me. And found myself staring at a fingerprint card, asking myself, again, the same question that fuming man asked me.

I’ve marked N/A in a designated box, checked many boxes, or left box blank…I’m not  Black, Hispanic, White/Caucasian, Asian, or even Other as it’s qualified by Pacific Islander. I get that it’s useful information to include for census. But every time I’m faced with the box, leaving the blank box I avert my eyes and for a moment I feel small and drab.

It’s common and temptingly easy to analogize with food. I mean, I do it ALL THE TIME. But societally, it’s intriguing, right? Positive, well-intended comparisons that are never immune to loathing and dismantlement…like those for our country’s diversity, from melting pot to salad bowl. Negative, vindictive, taunting ones that stick…Oreo, Twinkie, egg. In today’s uneasy climate, hateful stereotypes seem to be finding new force and freedoms, and this makes me so, so sad. What’s immeasurably reassuring is I know I’m so, so not alone.

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This past weekend I followed the marches with longing, awed by the masses uniting peacefully around the world as WE. In my kitchen I made lentil bolognese and decided on a whim that I wouldn’t stoop to trying to answer “what are you” as if a one-word box could be a satisfactory response, but that I would play the game. You know, the food analogy one. So this week I am lentils. And why not? Lentils are soft, quiet, but tougher than you might think. Sure they easily go unnoticed. But lentils are hardy and sustaining, enduring and versatile. If you mistake them as drab then perhaps you haven’t paused to appreciate the richness of their colors.

Vegan lentil bolognese
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  1. 1 tablespoon olive oil
  2. 1 large onion, diced
  3. 2 medium carrots, peeled and diced
  4. 3 cloves garlic, minced
  5. 1 bell pepper, seeded and diced
  6. 2 stalks celery, thinly sliced
  7. 1 medium zucchini, chopped
  8. 1/4 cup tomato paste
  9. 1 (28 oz) can crushed tomatoes
  10. 1 1/4 cup red lentils
  11. 1 cup low-sodium vegetable stock
  12. 1/3 cup white wine
  13. 1/4 cup fresh basil, chopped plus extra for garnish
  14. 1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley
  15. Sea salt and pepper to taste
  16. Pasta of choice, to serve
  1. In a large pot over medium heat, warm the olive oil. Add the onion, carrot, garlic, bell pepper, celery and zucchini and cook slowly until the vegetables soften and onions turn golden, about 10 minutes.
  2. Increase heat to medium-high. Stir in tomato paste and cook 2 minutes. Add the crushed tomatoes and continue cooking, stirring and scraping any browned bits from the bottom of the pan, a further 2-3 minutes.
  3. Stir in the lentils, broth, and wine. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to medium low. Season to taste with salt and pepper and simmer until the lentils are tender, approximately 30 minutes.
  4. During last 10 minutes while sauce is simmering, prepare pasta according to package directions.
  5. Stir parsley and basil to sauce and serve over pasta. Garnish with basil leaves and serve.
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Tofu and vegetable lo mein (and notes on meeting Santa)

It’s Thankful month. Seems somewhat ironic, in the face of an election year that delivered punches left and right, shocked and devastated. On the same token, the traditional reminder for conscious contemplation and gratitude couldn’t be more timely.


Here are a few things I’m thankful for this week, starting with the most prosaic, which may seem shallow yet is also awesomely useful: I’m very thankful for my new Cuisinart food processor. I’m in awe of its fabulous options, offering chopping,  medium and fine slicing and grating. I love the smooth, swift way it can swallow the likes of woody broccoli stalks, peppers, carrots, celery…and whatever I throw in it, and transform the bunch into slender, flavorful vegetable ribbons that are a brighter, tastier throwback to finely sliced, old school chow mein. Along those same lines, I’m grateful for the beautiful deliciousness and ease of stir-fries; the colorful, healthy way the cluttered contents of what’s left in the fridge combined with the distracted methods of a muddled mind can form a cohesive, satisfying, variable dish. It’s what we’re eating pretty much all week. And I’m thankful to have had coffee with Santa.


We all know it takes many hands to do good work, to share in spreading joy and cheer the weary and growing wearier world over. There’s a need for many helpers, none of whom make any of the others any less real. For Longmont’s John Chilson, an international marketing consultant, teacher, and speaker, a remarkable journey began in October of 1999, when he spotted a particularly fun $35 Santa suit, complete with covers for boots, a wig, bag for toys and cozy hat, at Walmart. “I’ve had a beard since ’72, and was a natural fit for a Santa” he told me Tuesday morning at a local coffee shop, eyes twinkling over his red flannel shirt while sipping his drink. “The outfit looked like fun. I put a note on neighbors’ doors that Santa would be sitting outside our house at certain dates, and there it began. Before I knew it, I was Santa.”

santaMr. Chilson helped to found the Society of Santa, where people can search for available Santas who are reliable, professional, and with completed background checks and performance and liability insurance, for their events. His website, Santa Claus at the North Pole, dazzles with cheerful offerings including videos, Santa-approved gift recommendations, downloadable coloring pages, updated calendar of Santa’s schedule, recipes, favorite music and more. And upon meeting Santa John, it goes without saying, being Santa is far more than a job. It is a year-round lifestyle, one which entails always wearing red and driving a red car with the license plate “North Pole”, among many other fine details. Meeting him Tuesday brightened my day. He was so kind, so compassionate, so authentic.

santaWednesday morning I woke up feeling despondent for our country and the hate, fear, and violent simmering of its stark divides. The feeling was at first immobilizing. I found myself returning to pieces of my conversation with Santa the day before. Namely, the magical potential of little kindnesses. Santa John shared stories of hospitals, shelters, family events, each special and stirring in its own way. He talked of teens whose eyes filled with tears when he told them he believed in them, because, “no one had ever said that to them before.” He talked about how blown away he was by an older woman in the hospital when he recognized how much comfort he was able to give her by simply saying, as Santa, ‘you have permission not to get everything done for Christmas’. The red suit delivers. “It’s rather addictive putting on the red suit,” he told me. “There’s power, and not the kind that comes from personal gain, though I do gain so much from it. In fact, I’m happier with myself, more accepting of myself. That is a big part of what I love most.”


I know I’ve taken a huge leap and tangent talking about a talk with Santa in a post about an easy stir-fry you could probably make with your eyes closed. I can’t even say I know whether Santa John himself would enjoy this noodle dish, but I do know he’d sample with appreciation. But somehow this week, Santa and noodles seemed to deserve a shared space, if only in my mind. I am only one person, and without a red suit. But I can choose kindness where possible, and that does mean something. This week Santa reminded me, little things are powerful. They are the way forward to cohesive, colorful hope.


Easy tofu and Vegetable lo mein
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Prep Time
10 min
Cook Time
35 min
Prep Time
10 min
Cook Time
35 min
  1. 1 8-ounce package of extra firm tofu, cubed
  2. 1 1-inch piece ginger root, peeled and minced
  3. 2 garlic gloves, minced
  4. 1 medium carrot, thinly sliced
  5. 3 bell peppers (red, orange, yellow), julienned
  6. 1 large broccoli stalk, thinly sliced
  7. 1 cup mushrooms, thinly sliced
  8. 1 8-ounce can water chestnuts, sliced and drained
  9. 1 teaspoon sesame oil
  10. 1/4 cup low-sodium vegetable stock or broth
  11. ¼ cup hoisin sauce
  12. ¼ cup low-sodium soy sauce
  13. 1 tablespoon rice vinegar
  14. 1 tablespoon maple syrup (or honey if non vegan)
  15. 1 T tomato paste
  16. Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
  17. Cooking spray
  1. Preheat oven to 400 F.
  2. Prepare a baking sheet with cooking spray or line with silpat. Evenly spread cubed tofu on tray and bake 30 minutes, turning halfway through.
  3. In a pot of boiling water, cook noodles according to package directions. Drain well and set aside.
  4. In a small bowl, whisk together broth, hoisin sauce, soy sauce, rice vinegar, syrup or honey and tomato paste. Set aside.
  5. Heat oil (or cooking spray) in a large nonstick skillet. Add ginger and garlic and cook for 1-2 minutes, or until garlic is lightly browned.
  6. Add all the vegetables and water chestnuts to pan. Cook, stirring, 3 minutes.
  7. Add sauce. Bring mixture to a near boil, reduce heat and let simmer until slightly reduced and thickened, about 4 minutes.
  8. Stir in noodles and tofu and serve.
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Ancient Harvest recipe roundup: April

It’s a busy, busy month with another different but equally busy ahead. I’ve been wanting to write up a vegan sweet potato enchilada recipe we’re loving, but it’s going to have to wait another day or two. In the meantime, here are some of the latest recipes posted on the Ancient Harvest website. They have all already been repeated at least once, either for ourselves or gifted. Hope some of the work for you!

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Quinoa Salad with Spinach and Roasted Strawberries : You don’t need to roast strawberries to marvel at their sweet deliciousness, but something about the roasting, along with nutty quinoa, adds an elevated uniqueness to a simple, reliable standby.


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Strawberry Rhubarb Crisp with Ancient Grain Topping: This is SO easy, and so pure it could be breakfast. You can use honey, coconut sugar, or nothing in the fruit. The topping was simply Ancient Harvest Maple grains hot cereal with a little almond meal, OJ and olive oil, but you could sub in traditional and add a pinch of cinnamon and some sweetener if you wanted. Any fruit combo goes, and it’s highly toddler approved. We’ve enjoyed it with 1 packet of the maple grains and 2 of the plain/unsweetened as well.

spring soup (13)

Spring Vegetable Quinoa Soup with Lemon Basil Pesto: I LOVE the way the pesto makes these spring flavors pop. This soup can be loaded up with vegetables but still feel like, yet satisfying.

quiche (1)

Kale, Asparagus and Leek Quiche with Quinoa Crust: Successful gluten free crusts excite me, and not much is more forgiving than quiche, especially one stacked with green.


ricotta rotelle (14)

Red Lentil Rotelle with Lemony Ricotta, Peas and Tomatoes: Quick and easy, versatile and delicious…especially love the vegan variation with cashew cream.

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Spring Quinoa and Cauliflower Tabbouleh: In all honesty, I’m not really a huge fan of cauliflower rice. I’d usually rather just eschew the rice and come up with another option. But in this clean, minty dish, the crispness of the cauliflower rice combined with the quinoa really works. It’s not mimicking bulgar…more like standing its own ground as an alternative.

Simple soba slaw salad

You know the term “anthropomorphism”? Akin to personification, it’s a literary term derived from the Greek anthropos (“human”) and morphe (“form”), and it’s used to refer to the attribution of human physical or mental features to  anything other than a human being. I was thinking idly about it the other day, wondering if it’s roots were more culturally sophisticated, or acknowledgement of human habit. Because for as long as I can remember, I’ve tended to project emotions and character traits onto inanimate objects, as well as other species. Don’t we all? Is it a weird form of narcissism, intuition (when it comes to other animals anyway), or a human craving for connection? I don’t know. I’m curious. Anyway, as a child I mostly viewed things around me with empathy, or at least my interpretations were friendly. The toilet however…somehow it was menacing… For longer than I care to admit I had this idea that by the time the toilet flush reached it’s low, resonant boom I had to be as far away as I could get, preferably with my feet off the floor.



Of course there is really no reason to have shared all that, except that lately I’ve noticed a sort of reflexive  sympathy for certain grocery store items that seem sad or neglected. Like, those packages of pre-washed, shredded cabbage or iceberg lettuce, almost always on special. More often than not, they’re watery and browning, and homely. I feel sorry for them, but not enough to buy them. 

Wilting, pale shreds aren’t the most appealing thing; and I’m not typically into buying pre-cut produce. The cutting and peeling in addition to travel and shelf time can add up to a hefty loss of nutrients. On the other hand, sometimes handily pre-cut/pre-washes/pre-anything vegetables are nothing short of a godsend. And admittedly, those some times are more often times now that there’s a baby in the house.


Which brings me to broccoli slaw. What a powerhouse of crunch, color, and character to add to a salad or stir-fry! What a major pain to make yourself on limited time. This is something I will go for when I spot it on sale, and when I do, I’m going to use at least a part of the package for this super and simple salad, based on a recipe from Giada de laurentis.

It would seem to contradict itself it weren’t so harmonious a dish. Light, yet filling; bursting with flavor, yet subtle. There’s such nice balance between the hearty, chewy soba noodles, the cool, crisp vegetables, the touch of ginger and smooth nut butter. Add to that, it took about 5 minutes to make, plus a fraction more if you add in total time the noodles bubbled in the pot requiring no attention. While they’re cooking, chop cucumber and pepper, whisk sauce. Open a bag. Strain noodles, toss everything together and admire your party in a bowl. Happy salad.

Soba slaw salad

  • 8 ounces dried buckwheat soba noodles
  • 1/3 cup creamy almond butter
  • 1/4 cup soy sauce or Bragg’s liquid aminos
  • 2 teaspoons sesame oil
  • juice of 1 lime
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 1 tablespoon water
  • liberal dash ground ginger
  • 1 10-ounce pack prepared broccoli slaw
  • 1 red bell pepper, cored, seeded and thinly sliced
  • 1 cucumber, peeled, halved lengthwise and sliced
  • 3 green onions, thinly sliced
  1. Cook noodles according to packet directions. Rinse in cold water, drain and place in a serving bowl.
  2. Prepare the dressing: combine almond butter, soy sauce or Bragg’s,  sesame oil, lime juice, honey, water and ginger and blend or mix with a whisk or fork until smooth.
  3. Pour dressing over noodles. Add slaw and remaining ingredients and toss to coat.


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