Monthly Archives: September 2009
I’m trying to be dairy-free for the time being and one of the hardest things about it is having to avoid cheesecake. So you can imagine how my little heart fluttered when one of my favorite bloggers, Chi Chi, posted a recipe for a vegan cheesecake on her blog. I made some modifications to the original recipe.
- I used one pound of firm tofu instead of two pounds of silken tofu. ( I made the tofu smooth in the blender first- don’t press all of the liquid out of the tofu first)
- I substituted six tablespoons of vegan margarine for the 1/2 cup of oil
- I used regular pineapple juice instead of the concentrate
- I substituted nutmeg for the coriander
- I used a pre-made graham cracker crust
- I made a raspberry topping using Chi Chi’s fruit topping recipe
Here is the result:
My thoughts? It’s pretty delicious and my mostly vegetarian mother agrees. I don’t know what C thinks yet because he’s out of town. The only issue I have is that the consistency is more custard-like (made my slices turn out less than perfect) but that’s apparently an issue with most vegan cheesecakes. Also, I bought a 9-inch crust and it was too small to hold all of the batter so I have some left over in the fridge. Maybe I’ll try to make cupcakes.
We’re doing it ole skool yo!
I’m talking about cloth diapers. I’m not even talking about all the new fancy-smancy cloth diapers made of the finest fabric. I’m talking prefolds – a flat piece of fabric that requires pins (pins!!!) or if you want to go modern, snappis. But I have no snappis – not yet at least.
It’s taken us a while to get our cloth diaper groove on. I nearly got addicted to Pampers and Huggies but I’m emerging from that fog. (Note, ain’t no shame in your game if you love your Pampers and Huggies).
Our first cloth diapering adventure was a hot mess – literally. I had just run out of Pampers and we needed to get to a doctor’s appointment. I said to Baby E, “Well, there’s no time like the present.” I took out one of the prefolds that someone had gifted me. I briefly went over the instructions on how to fold it. I put it on my precious child and, well…I discovered something important. Prefolds come in different sizes and this barely six pounds heavy infant was drowning in this one. It made him look like he had three times more booty than he actually had. To make matters worse I heard a “Splthhhh!” Yeah, that “Splthhhhh,” the sound that makes you cringe because you know what’s waiting for you once you investigate it. My darling Baby E had made what was probably at that time, the biggest poop of his life. But we had to leave because we couldn’t be late. Once we got to the doctor’s office I was able to change him. That’s when I discovered that we had poop not only in the diaper, but also in the diaper cover, on the onesie and oh, on the carseat too. It was a poop extravaganza. That’s when I vowed that we were going to figure out this diaper situation once and for all.
Today, we finally had a successful cloth diaper day. I finally got some prefolds that are more his size (although he’s about to outgrow them soon – yikes!). I found a new way to fold them so that he doesn’t look like he has all of Sanford’s junkyard in his trunk. And so far, no poop today.
What else could a girl ask for?
Nurse, cry, nurse, cry, nurse, sleep, cry, cry, cry.
That’s the sign of a growth spurt. This one came right on time at six weeks. My breasts are paying the price. They feel like they’ve been chewed raw. However, this is where I thank the universe for babywearing. All fussing ceased once I got Baby E snuggled into the Moby wrap. Then we took a walk. We got plenty of stares too.
– What the heck is she wearing?
– Is that a baby?
– I hope that’s a baby!
– Wonder if that’s comfortable…
– All these new-fangled contraptions…what will they think of next?!
– Damn hippies!
Of course, no one said that to me in reality. For all I know they could’ve been wondering why I was wearing sweatpants with flip flops.
I love wearing Baby E. It’s the perfect way to multi-task, which is necessary when you have an infant who doesn’t like to be put down. He gets to snuggle while I blog, eat, shop, etc. This was a lesson I finally figured out after quite a few episodes of taking the bucket carseat into the grocery store then having Baby E wake up and start crying at the top of his baby lungs until I take him out of the seat and dance with him. I had started to master one-handed grocery cart maneuvering. Now I just wear Baby E while I’m in the store and he either sleeps the entire time or looks around in curiosity. It’s comfortable and convenient for both of us. It’s how mothers around the world traditionally carried their babies before strollers were invented. It’s how mothers around the world still carry their babies. It’s kind of easy to feel romantic about the notion of carrying on a semi-lost tradition – especially when it means my breasts get a two hour break during this growth spurt.