Survival of the Fittest…

I’m going to preface this blog post (just to put it in context, though, yes, I can be quite misanthropic at times, and I’m okay with that) by saying that I’ve been living quite comfortably in my introvert bubble for the past year or so: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/10/16/understanding-introverts-_n_5989656.html. With the exception of work, and a few laid-back meet-ups, I’ve had the luxury of just hanging out with me and my sweet senior kitty.

Paradoxically, I’m subscribed to several Meetup groups that I look at, even add to my calendar sometimes, but never attend. I make my day job the scapegoat–it’s so tiring for this introvert to deal with oodles of kids of varying ages, and so when I come home I just want to chill out. And I have this weird geographic homesickness plaguing me. I miss the siren lure of the ocean and the mystic magic of the green swamps that are usually strong enough to lure me out of the house.

So, after the allergy doctor said I was probably lactose intolerant, I decided to go to a vegetarian Meet-Up about ways to cook without dairy. I’ve never been to a cooking demo, but I imagined that it was just a visual demonstration of cooking, and maybe some recipe handouts. I didn’t think it would take more than half an hour or so. Holy crap, was I wrong. They had about four (?) vegan chefs there, if not more. Between them, they prepared an astounding ten recipes in all. But the thing that really amazed me was the attendees. I have no past experience, so maybe this is normal and accepted behavior for one of these events–I don’t know? Maybe they’re used to it, being more social and extroverted? (This blog entry will probably put me on some vegan/locals blacklist! LOL) I won’t fall back on cliche metaphors that are actually an insult to some of my favourite non-human lifeforms (vultures, wolves, sharks) but the civilized, gracious air that was present when I first walked in quickly disintegrated into a crazed feeding frenzy. It was just like being at one of these socialite events my folks used to drag me to when I was a kid. They would have free food out, and we would always eat before we went (or after) to avoid being trampled by the horde decked out in outfits and jewelry that cost thousands of dollars. Once, I was so hungry that I braved the crowd at one of these events, and this elderly lady stared me down, then deliberately kicked me in the shins, and almost knocked me over on the way to the buffet table. Put a buffet table at an Ultimate Fighting Championship and I tell ya, she would have been a contender.

Anyway, back to the horde of ravening vegetarian zombies. Here I am, only taking a small helping just for taste, so I know how to prepare it, because I’m more of an intuitive cook, and I’m dumbfounded watching these people take three, four, or even five helpings, once, and shoving them in their mouths so fast that they seem like victims of a famine, instead of so-called “first world” citizens. I mean, I don’t even like taking free food–as a previous worker in the food industry, I’m suspicious of food that’s just left out all day–with good reason. People are so barbaric when it comes to the free-sample phenomenon. Once, I was in a grocery store, and I literally saw a women reach into a sneeze-guard-covered plastic serving container of chips that had been left out to try, flatten her hand and press it all over the surface layer of the chips, before taking a handful. I have no idea what the heck she was doing, but I reiterated my vow to never even be tempted to take any free food samples unless they were hermetically sealed.

Still, even worse was the disrespectful behavior of the attendees. It was like they thought they were just hanging out at an all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant with their friends, and they were just chatting away and not even paying attention to the chefs’ demonstration. They were so frickin’ rude. And then they would interrupt their own discussions to yell at the poor chefs “I can’t hear you” in a really snotty, demanding tone, after they’d just been sitting there yakking away and stuffing their tenth helping in their faces instead of quietly paying attention to the chefs’ presentation. At one point I gave in to my teacher instinct and even shushed the obnoxious attendees, because they were yakking so much I couldn’t hear the chefs, and I had a front-and-center position.

The best-behaved attendees were two little kids, about elementary-school age. And that reminded me of the code of behavior and the expectations that are present at the schools I sub at. There, the kids have to use indoor voices, be quiet and focused and attentive and not talk when the teacher is talking and make sure they raise their hand and put their listening ears on and don’t interrupt the teacher. I tell ya, in comparison, every single one of those adults would have gotten a red card and probably even been sent to the principal’s office, on my watch. It made me so sad and angry to come to the realization of the double standard we impose on kids. We are so hard on them, and then they go out in public and have to witness grown-ups who have the freedom to act like complete jerks and then have to go back to class and toe the line even at the elementary school level. I’d be so pissed off, if I were a little kid and had to see the hypocritical examples grown-ups set for the little tykes. Kudos to those kids and their amazing parental figures!

And then, after I braced myself to take a free sample, then, at least, some of the attendees got up to help the chefs pass out samples. The attendees seemed to be a pretty close-knit bunch, as previously demonstrated by all the yakking going on. But then it seemed like they united together and worked to ostracize me, the irregular attendee to their meet-ups. At risk of sounding paranoid, the same thing happened at the last event I went to by this same group, and I finally left because they were shutting me out every time I had a question about a product on the supermarket tour. I mean, the woman passing out the samples would look me straight in the eye, then walk right past me, turn her back to me, and handed out multiple helpings to her friends. I really wanted to try the vegan cheese sauce for pasta, so I had to go chase down the bowl that people were having a free-for-all with (I tried not to think about the double-dipping going on) and nearly lost some fingers in trying to get a little taste. To be fair, I think this was one of the chef’s helpers, so they had every right to eat the leftovers after all their hard work, but one attendee literally grabbed the serving bowl and, with the huge serving spoon, was shoveling spoonfuls of the remaining cheesy pasta into their mouth as fast as she could. I tried not to think about the cross-contamination, but lost what little appetite I had at this point. I was hard-pressed not to throw up, actually.

Finally, we got to the Alfredo pasta sauce. This is my ultimate favourite, so I couldn’t wait to sample it. But, again, I got the shut-out. The same woman that had passed out the samples before was making sure all her buddies had at least one sample (I didn’t notice whether she was hooking them up with multiple servings like she did before, but I suspect she did), and there wasn’t any left that I could try. It was at that point that I decided to leave. I just couldn’t take any more, and figured I was going to do something I regretted because I was so pissed off. Not because I didn’t get a sample, but because of how rude and disrespectful people were being to the chefs. Or puke all over an attendee, because I was, seriously, feeling nauseous at their unchecked greed. I was so embarrassed to even be a part of such a crowd of people, and I hated to even take a small sample, because it classed me with the rest of the crowd. I mean, it was like these people hadn’t eaten in a year.

Since this was my first time at a cooking demo, I wasn’t even sure if this was typical behavior. Have any of you people been to a cooking demo? Is this a typical situation? Have I just offended 99.9% of my blog readers? If so, so be it. Because, in my opinion, I still don’t think that a cooking demo should be treated like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Respectfully take a sample–it’s a taster, not a substitute for a restaurant-prepared meal–and keep in mind that you are not there to hang out with your friends. Keep quiet when the chefs are talking. If you want to go eat and socialize with your friends, get off your cheap a**es and go to a nearby restaurant with your friends. Don’t ruin it for the rest of us who are sincerely there because they need to educate themselves about dairy alternatives. I was so mad that the people there were not even taking it seriously, and being so disrespectful to the chefs and to those attendees who were actually being quiet and listening to the presentations. I’ll spare you the gruesome TMI details, but it sucks to be lactose intolerant. Like one of the chefs there said, she was really bummed when she found out that she was allergic to dairy and had to give up cheese. I was right there with her, and I was so frustrated with the rest of the rude attendees continually disrupting the demo that I felt like crying by the time I decided to leave. (I did cry, in the privacy of my car, in the parking lot, because you know, I’m an adult, and I didn’t want to be immature in public.) It was easy to make the transition to being vegetarian back in 1991, but, I admit, I’m finding it hard to make the transition to being completely vegan, especially at my age.

So, to wrap this (introvert-fueled?) diatribe up, I vowed never to attend another Meetup by this local group (famous last words, right?). My first experience was only mildly unpleasant/stressful (again, from an introvert’s perspective)–this second experience was a complete nightmare. As soon as I got home, I went to the group’s Meet-Up page, and immediately withdrew from the group. Any feelings I had of being rash, impulsive, and petty were negated by one of the comments on the event listing–one individual/zombie was asking if there was going to be another huge plate of food there. If I’d seen that comment before the event, I probably would have known better than to waste my limited introvert social credits on such an outing. Ugh. I’ve never been happier to be a misanthropic introvert, I tell ya. Frickin’ humans.

Not that any local people will stumble across this, but a big, fat, greedy THANK YOU to the chefs and to BODY in Santa Fe for hosting this event–you have a beautiful space, and thank you for being my client all those years ago. I really appreciate it, even though I was rude enough to leave the presentation early. Please accept my apologies. I really appreciate the time you took out of your day, chefs, to host this event, and the valuable knowledge and recipes you shared. They will help make this transition a lot less intimidating. And, what samples I got were very tasty, especially the Macho Nacho Cheeze and the Cheezy [Pasta] sauce. I would have volunteered to help clean up after the event, but I, as quietly and unobtrusively as possible, stormed out. I just got introvert-overwhelmed. Forgive me! *laugh*

If you’ve made it to the end of this, any thoughts you’d like to share? Post up in the comments.

For Love of Animals and Trees…

 

Professor X: [voiceover] Either way, it is a historical fact: Sharing the world has never been humanity’s defining attribute. (X-Men 2)

As I get older (officially middle-aged, though it feels a lot older), I am plagued with this odd sort of remembrance. I am remembering a lot of things about my girl self that got shoved aside in hopes of becoming somebody loved, worthwhile, hire-able, successful, popular, pretty, rich–all of which, of course, never happened (yet, anyway). So I put away a lot of stuff that made me, me, because society taught me to be ashamed of who I was (and I believed them). Though it was always still sorta there, and it would escape from time to time, as I got involved in environmental causes and animal rights causes and human rights causes. I even majored in environmental science, once upon a time, even though I really wanted to be a marine biologist, but the school I ended up at didn’t offer it. But, math didn’t really come naturally to me, so I let that dissuade me from a career in science.

I was that girl who hated to see animals hurt, even in movies, where they (purportedly) said that the animals weren’t really hurt–it was all for show. I didn’t even like to kill bugs, and tried to fight against the use of pesticides even in my small world of the family home. Even though it was “Nature’s way”, I still had a hard time seeing animals hurt or eaten by other animals. I still feel guilty over the high school dissections I performed in the 80s. I try not to even kill bugs, and feel terrible if I accidentally kill bugs, or fall back into a certain callousness to insects just because I’m tired and it’s been a long day of struggling with too-vivid dreams and depression and anxiety and worry and stress and allergies and workplace hell and I just want to make dinner and go to bed.

The point is; I am realizing what’s really important to me, after all these years. I don’t want to live in a world without animals and trees and wildness in nature. It kills me that the price of having a comfortable life as a human is yet another species going extinct or getting on the endangered list. Animals losing their homes. Trees being murdered. Rampant, unchecked, local-politician-supported-against-all-protective-laws destroying my beloved swamps and ecosystems in my home state of Florida (for example). That the trafficking of endangered species is more widespread than I could even imagine. Just to end up on a dinner plate, for vanity (decoration) or to spend life in captivity as someone’s trophy pet.

https://www.worldwildlife.org/threats/illegal-wildlife-trade

https://www.fws.gov/international/wildlife-trafficking/

So, maybe it’s partial selfishness as I enter into this transition #437–trying to figure out who I am and what kind of life I want to lead going forward. Sometimes it feels frustratingly slow, especially for someone as proactive as I am, coupled with seeing the clock run down for so many non-human lifeforms that we share (or not share) this planet with. It kills me that I’m just sitting here while non-human lifeforms are suffering and dying all around the world, because of us humans.

The takeaway? Who wants to live on a world stripped of trees and plants and birds and snakes and bugs and all the other wonderful diversity of life? Do we really want that on our conscience that we were part of an entire world destruction just because we want our Starbucks coffee and our designer clothes and diamonds and furs so that we know we are loved. What about loving other lifeforms, instead? What about appreciating and protecting the beauty that we already have? Who cares how beautiful we look in the mirror if we live in an ugly, desolate, plastic-bubble, sterile world?

 

So, take steps today. Make choices for the planet and not just for ourselves. Give up meat, even dairy. Buy organic and non-GMO foods. Start an urban garden. Adopt animals from a shelter instead of buying (inbred/puppy mill) breed animals. have your pets spayed/and neutered and keep cats indoor-only. Have yourself (the human equivalent) of spay/neuter–the world has plenty of adoptable children who need homes, too, right here on U.S. soil. Don’t wear fur or leather. Volunteer for animal rights causes. Stop using harmful pesticides and Round-up–learn about xeriscaping instead. Downsize your possessions. Reduce your carbon footprint. Don’t buy new–shop at thrift stores and purchase/remodel an older home rather than a brand-new (cheaply built) home/residence (do you really need six bedrooms and five bathrooms?).

I know I don’t want an entire planetary destruction on my conscience. So, my life going forward will be finding more ways to save the planet, outside of my usual armchair activist activities. Because I don’t want to be alone with just other humans for company. Even though I’m just one person, I want to change. And make change happen.

 

 

 

Eating around the World: The United States

 

Luckily, I’m still feeling summery-lazy, so this will be a short list. I’ve lived and visited a bunch of places in the U.S. and, while I still pine for the international cuisine I sampled way too many years ago (French bread. Italian gelato and espresso. Indian food in the UK.), there are a few restaurants that stand out in my memory on this side of the pond. I tend to like my restaurants cozy, down-to-earth, and simple, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t good!

In Burlington, Vermont:

A Single Pebble is, quite simply, the best Chinese restaurant I’ve been to. I still get cravings for their Mock Eel–which, from their menu description, is “crispy shiitake mushrooms glazed in a ginger scallion soy sauce”. And it’s unbelievably good. I miss Vermont for a lot of reasons, but this tops the list.

In Asheville, North Carolina:

The Laughing Seed. Because of their amazing variety of vegetarian/vegan options. They also have a lot of stuff that’s gluten free, which I would have appreciated more if I’d known then that I was gluten intolerant. Anyhoo, I don’t see my favourite on the menu anymore (but, my brain is getting old, so…) but I think the Seven Seas Filet comes close to replicating it. (Maybe that was it?) Truthfully, the wait service was consistently poor, even from the viewpoint of this sympathetically patient former food service worker, but the delicious food made up for the rude and inattentive waitstaff.

In Sarasota, Florida:

Sunrise Cafe–A cozy, friendly, down-to-earth jewel in increasingly elitist and snobby Sarasota. Scottish staff is super friendly, and they quickly became friends of the family. One of the few things I miss about Sarasota. (and, yes, I try to keep my posts nice, but I have absolutely zero qualms about painting Sarasota and Florida for what it really is–especially since I was born and raised there, and have witnessed firsthand the crazy shenanigans that happen there.)

Bangkok Restaurant–The restaurant is just gorgeous. The owners told us one time that they brought over all the restaurant furnishings from overseas when they came. It has been a favourite of mine since the early 90s. Back when I could actually afford to eat/live in Sarasota (and, even then, only survived by working three full-time jobs), my friends and I used to eat there every week. And, yet, they still managed to mess up the dish I ordered every single time. *laugh* But it was so good, it was worth the wait. And the atmosphere, with incredibly carved dark wood tables…well, you just have to see it.

 

In Santa Fe and Espanola, New Mexico:

I’m not sure if  I’ve decided on a favourite, yet, this time around. Among contenders are The Teahouse, The New York Deli, the Tecolote Cafe, and the Five Star Burgers, and La Cocina.

 

Sunday Sloth(s)

A little while ago, somebody in the Twitter world posted a few pictures of a baby sloth, along with some poetic, evocative turn-of-phrases that stayed with me. I wasn’t sure about posting the link for the photos, permission-wise, even though posting on Twitter is invariably public-access, I’m guessing (?).

Most of the stuff on Twitter I just like and move on–it’s pretty ephemeral in nature, even if it’s deep in nature, incredibly lovely photos of insects, birds or animals, or just plain fluff to look at while I have my morning tea and wait to wake up.

But those photos, poetics aside, reminded me that it is possible for humans and animals to have a deeper connection. The question that’s been on my mind is “Why not”. Why the encouraged distance between most humans and animals? I was thinking of this filmed bit of cows in a slaughterhouse–maybe it was courtesy of Morgan Spurlock…or PETA…can’t really remember the source, sorry, as I’ve seen so much of that sort of disturbing footage over the years as a vegetarian/animal rights advocate/volunteer that, terribly, I lose track.  I just don’t understand how people can calmly stand by and not be affected by the very real trauma and fear cows for slaughter, or animals used in testing, and lots more examples, go through. It’s so evident. People are always saying that I’m just projecting, or being overly sensitive, or any of the 101 criticisms people like to say about me, but I still can’t imagine standing by and watching an animal suffer like that. To deliberately inflict pain. I would probably starve to death if I had to actually hunt my own food for survival, even though you never know what you would do to survive until you are actually placed into that situation. I’m a bit of a grumpy misanthrope a**kicker type in real life (or so people say, anyway) but I still can’t imagine the hate and invectives levelled at “the other” (people who aren’t like some imagined, fictional “ourselves”).

Arrgh, I’m not writing this very well. It’s just been an off week or two, what with all these strange dreams and the summer heat/blues and such.

I know that I rescued two spiders and an earwig of some kind out of my tub today. That I said good morning to my little spider buddy in the window when I got up, who was having a bit of breakfast, albeit somewhat gruesomely. I’ve spoiled my cat BFF, Cricket, even more this week (if that’s even possible).

But, I felt the usual twinges of guilt over having (organic, free-range, hormone free) cheese on my beans and toast, and honey in my tea. *wry laugh*

And I still wondered over the plague of humankind swarming over the earth, and the inevitable consequences of being human myself on this threatened, wonderfully diverse planet. And feeling that all my well-meaning actions were just tiny specks against a flood of destruction.

A crisis of faith/spirituality? Or just a midlife crisis? Or just a bout of the blues this week…I don’t know.

I still hope that love can win out over hate. That the world can be saved, with all its lovely plants, trees, flowers, insects, animals…diversity of life, essentially. But can it happen as long as humans live on the planet, too?

If Trump wins the election…well, I just don’t know. I would hate to assign any sort of impact that man can have on history and the course of the world, but…well, we all know what impact one person can make on history.

I know that those pictures of the baby sloth made me feel a bit of hope…because they just seemed to capture a poignant connection and communication made between human and animal (the words that went along with the photos really helped illustrate the photo, too). But maybe I’m just projecting. Or so my critics would say. But, as Fox Mulder would say: “I want to believe.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gettin’ my culture on in New Mexico!

Sitting down to a simple breakfast of beans on toast, accentuated by a cup of Girl Scout cookie tea, on a typical sunny New Mexico morning. Yep, you read that right: GIRL SCOUT COOKIE TEA! How amazing is that? Bigelow Tea has come out with a line of teas based on the iconic flavours of Girl Scout cookies. They come in a Thin Mints® flavour and a Samoa-type caramel and coconut tea blend. And, unlike (most) of the actual cookies, they are gluten free. Better yet, the box says the teas are also GMO-free. According to the Bigelow website, it seems that they are really trying to make their teas more eco-friendly in the cultivation and harvesting process. But, unfortunately, they still have excess packaging in that the tea bags are individually wrapped. Check out the Girl Scout cookie tea press release, here.

Okay, I’ll quit being a tea nerd, for now. Here’s my take on the classic British breakfast, beans on toast. It makes for a quick yet filling breakfast. (Hint: this may not be the best choice of breakfast for jobs that are heavily customer-service orientated. Beans, ya know. *laugh*)

Recipe (one serving):

  • Two slices of Toasted Bread (For me, it’s Canyon Bakehouse’s gluten-free Mountain White bread)
  • Organic/non-GMO Black Beans (in a can)
  • Shredded White Cheddar.
  • Hot Sauce.

Heat the beans just to a simmer so you don’t burn away all the liquid. Lightly toast the bread. Put the toast on a piece of tin foil. Spoon the beans on the toast. Douse the beans with hot sauce to taste. Sprinkle the shredded cheese over the top. Set the oven on broil (or use your toaster oven on broil) and put the beans on toast in the oven until the cheese melts. The temperature doesn’t really matter…my toaster oven automatically heats up to 450 on the broil setting, but I have to watch it carefully as it can burn pretty fast. So, try not to wander away from the oven. When the cheese is melted, your delicious beans-on-toast breakfast is ready!

I might try this Smoky Texas Toast recipe for the base of my beans-on-toast. I have a feeling it might be overpowering, but I’m excited about the potential savory kick it could add to my breakfast. Will have to experiment on a weekend morning.

However, since summer has finally hit New Mexico (it’s hot, even without the humidity), this Peach Toast recipe also from PBS Food might be a better summer alternative to my beans-on-toast breakfast staple. It can easily be made vegetarian by omitting the prosciutto.

But, I’m not sure I’ll be in my humble kitchen too much, as there’s some great foodie events in New Mexico this summer.

This lavender-themed dinner, hosted by Los Poblanos Historic Inn and Organic Farm, looks divine for those of you whose palate may be more sophisticated than mine.

For me, I like to eat the food equivalent of ready-to-wear (and, often, do end up wearing whatever I’m eating) but that doesn’t mean I like to sacrifice taste or avoid food-related adventures! So, this Greek Festival in Santa Fe looks deliciously perfect—a feast for all the senses!

And, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a festival like this one: New Mexico Fermentation Festival. But, I probably just need culturing. (Get it?…Culturing?…Fermenting?…Anyone? *crickets*)

So, that’s it for this Foodie Friday blog. Until next week!

Mushed-up Medley for Foodie Friday…

I knew I should have combined yesterday’s post with today’s (re: Bob’s Train and Circus History). *laugh*

Anyway, here’s some links for today’s Foodie Friday…all borrowed!

Food in Poetry and Art: http://jamarattigan.com/2015/01/16/friday-feast-strolling-down-the-produce-aisle-with-rebecca-mcclanahan/

Who doesn’t love a glowy orange carrot? http://grist.org/food/carrots-get-a-makeover-with-these-awesome-recipes/

Or cheese!  https://lizard100blog.wordpress.com/2015/01/11/raclette-vegetarian-style/

Looks easy!–Salmon Cake Recipe from Rantings of an Amateur Chef: http://rantingchef.com/2015/01/16/strangest-place-for-taking-a-conference-call/

Another quick, yet delicious, meal: http://cookingwithawallflower.com/2015/01/13/broccoli-mushrooms-chicken-stir-fry/

Spicy and Exotic “Flavours”:

http://www.loverofcreatingflavours.co.uk/2015/01/eritrean-spicy-beef-stew

http://www.loverofcreatingflavours.co.uk/2014/12/flavours-siena

Sinless Eggs? http://www.loverofcreatingflavours.co.uk/2015/01/meat-free-monday-eggs-huevos-en-el-purgatorio

Sinful Eggs! http://cookingwithawallflower.com/2015/01/11/mashed-avocado-egg-breakfast-sandwich/

Cleanse your soul’s palate with this heavenly-sounding sorbet: http://ice-cream-magazine.com/2015/01/14/blueberry-lime-and-vodka-sorbet/

And then ruin it with these delectable goodies…https://coinquiliniincucina.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/biscotti-light-arancia-e-cioccolato/

Or try this decadent pumpkin dip: http://rantingchef.com/2015/01/12/maggie-monday-pumpkin-dip/

Though, I can’t help but wish I was here, with blogger You & Home: http://you-and-home.com/2015/01/12/pasteleria-pomme-sucre/

Or at a witchy tea! https://hocuspocus13.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/tuesdays-tea-at-3-2/

Doctor Who-Themed Recipes and more delectable guilty (food) pleasures…!

Okay, after finally being able to watch the last season of “Doctor Who” with Peter Capaldi, I am officially a fan of the show!

So, for this “Foodie Friday” blog, I’m including some Doctor Who-themed recipes, treats, etc. that I found at “an automated open collection station for the unwary diner”. Or, maybe just the Internet–same thing, technically…*laugh* (There’s more goodies after the Doctor Who treats!–scroll down)

http://www.bbcamerica.com/doctor-who/photos/doctor-who-dish/#4088

http://www.foodbeast.com/2013/11/23/50-doctor-who-themed-party-snacks-drinks-and-favors-for-the-50th-anniversary/

http://www.pinterest.com/chrisrachael/doctor-who-edibles/

http://kitchenoverlord.com/2014/08/22/13-whovian-recipes-you-can-make-for-under-13-in-celebration-of-the-13th-doctor/

If I were not a walking biohazard in the kitchen, I would be so tempted by this cookbook: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16233193-dining-with-the-doctor?from_search=true

For those blog readers who aren’t “Doctor Who” fans but don’t want to miss out on some scrumptious nibbles, here’s some other delicious recipes (borrowed from other bloggers) to peruse:

Pizzas! http://all-things-andy-gavin.com/2015/01/09/ultimate-pizza-new-year-2014/

Fried Ravioli! http://dinnerbank.com/2015/01/08/fried-ravioli-friterad-ravioli/

Quick Steak Salad you can make (four times over, probably) during a commercial break: http://rantingchef.com/2015/01/08/in-a-minute/

Recipes from Female Chefs (in honor of the Doctors’ feisty female companions,  of course!): http://www.foodandwine.com/slideshows/great-female-chefs?xid=DISH010815GreatFemaleChefs

Pineapple Upside-Down Cakes (for all your wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey party gatherings): http://rantingchef.com/2014/12/22/maggie-monday-pineapple-upside-down-cupcakes/

Many of these would be perfect for your Doctor Who marathon! Check out the Fish-and-Chips cookies! http://www.coastalliving.com/food/kitchen-assistant/best-recipes-2014?iid=newsletter-cx-010815&PromKey=XET

Earth-based “Magic” (It’s my guess these won’t work to ward off attacks by Daleks or Cybermen): https://kitchenwitchcraft.wordpress.com/2015/01/08/herbal-talismans-in-kitchen-witchcraft-introduction/

For vegetarian/vegan Doctor Who fans (like me!) http://www.loverofcreatingflavours.co.uk/2015/01/meat-free-monday-mizuna-tofu-stir-fry

According to this blogger, this is from an old-time WWII recipe issued by the British government–to be reused/recycled in a future time of planetary siege. (Yes, I added that last bit. And, probably doesn’t fit, but it looked so yummy. Especially their suggestion to put the rose hip syrup over ice cream!). http://whitedeergirl.wordpress.com/2015/01/05/blood-red-rose-hips/