the plant-based food blog
Remember when I told you I loved brown rice?
Well, I reeeeeeally love brown rice now.
I mentioned this recipe last week, but it is so near and dear to my heart that I needed it in my mouth as soon as typed the words “rice pudding.” My great-grandmother, we called her “Grana,” would make it for all of our family gatherings. Sprinkled with cinnamon sugar, dotted with pats of butter, mixed until light and fluffy…oh man, it’s good.
Read MoreLately, all of my nights have been going something like this:
Ever had nights like these? Being so busy you sort of forget about that whole eating, necessity to life, thing? Yes, tis been my life for about a month now. Super fun.
Read MoreThere was no greater love than the love between child Alexa and a Reese’s Cup. There was something so utterly addictive about that magical peanut butter-chocolate combination that totally sent me into a tizzy. To say I was a fan is a morbid understatement.
Once I was introduced to the Easter-themed Reese’s Eggs, a new light was shined upon my life. Why do these oblong nuggets taste so superior to their rounded cousins? To this day, I cannot answer this conundrum. All I know is that when those Eggs hit the grocery store shelves, I was there, first in line, with eager hands wide open.
Read MoreI love holidays. They’re the best times to get caught up with that family you always say you’ll call.
In all seriousness, holidays are also a special time to reminisce on the memories of lost loved ones. We have my Grana’s, my late great-grandmother, rice pudding at nearly every family gathering throughout the year. We always share stories about my pap munching on his stinky cheese while drinking his dark black coffee in the morning.
Coming from an Italian family, it should come as no surprise that some of our most cherished memories of these loved ones involve food.
Read MoreThere are so many fun foodie experiments and ingredients I want to try now that I follow a plant-based diet. It’s actually pretty amazing; growing up, I always assumed that vegetarians’ and vegans’ diets were so restrictive. “What do they even eat?!” I remember asking my mom when a vegan family moved into our neighborhood (they were the talk of the town because of their dietary choices). “Eggs, milk, and butter are in everything!”
Oh, wee Alexa. How much you had to learn.
Read MoreLike one of my favorite bloggers once said, “Pretty food tastes better.” Well…most of the time.
I was out for a professional lunch and one of my fellow young professionals decided to order beef carpaccio, a raw beef dish, as his entree. Pretty fancy for our age group, but I respected his gumption. The dish came sliced ultra thin, laying on a circular plate, looking like something Pollick might have whipped up in the back. While beautiful, the sight definitely turned my stomach.
Read MoreI owe an apology to Peanut Butter Lover’s Anonymous. I tote my devotion to the sticky, gooey, creamy spread of lovin’ all the time; however, peanut butter has been surprisingly absent from Fooduzzi since its inception. I am a horrible member of this organization. Please excuse my ignorance.
I was, am, and always will be a peanut butter fiend. My faithfulness to this nut butter ran deep as a child: PB Cap’n Crunch was my go-to breakfast, I was convinced that Reese’s eggs were gifts sent from the gods, and chewy no-bake cookies were my most-requested road trip food when we stopped at Sheetz. …it’s a Pittsburgh thing.
Read MoreOne of the things I love most about being home with my family on the weekends is our Saturday brunch. My dad always makes his #peduzzifamous huevos rancheros; they’re packed with a few different types of salsa, eggs, fresh vegetables, a little chorizo, and a touch of cheese. Needless to say, they’re über impressive.
I’m more of a breakfast purist, so I usually make a bowl of my Banana Bread Oatmeal. There’s something so satisfying about a warm bowl of oaty goodness, especially this time of year when it has been pretty arctic tundra-esque right outside my door. If I’m being completely honest with you, I crave oatmeal year-round. There’s something that just screams, “Let’s wake up and kick some butt today” like my oatmeal.
Read More
