Recipe: Strawberries Romanoff (Gluten-Free + Raw + Vegan)

Gooood morning! Simple recipe alert. Strawberries romanoff is a wonderful, easy summer dessert or perhaps a special breakfast if you’re feeling cheeky.

Ingredients

1 c raw cashews, soaked four hours
1 Medjool date, pitted and soaked for 30 minutes
16 oz strawberries, hulled and sliced
1 T Triple Sec or other orange liqueur (like Grand Marnier)
1 T cane sugar
1/3 c fresh orange juice

Instructions

  1. Soak cashews and then go find something else to do for three and a half hours.
  2. Soak date and then go find something else to do for half an hour.
  3. In a medium bowl, gently toss strawberries with Triple Sec and sugar until well combined. Set aside.
  4. Rinse soaked cashews in cold water. Combine cashews, OJ, and date to a high speed blender and blend until smooth and creamy. Patience Iago, it will get fluffy.
  5. Spoon strawberries into a glass, top with whipped cream, and serve.

The strawberries will keep for about a day and the whipped cream about three days.

Serves two.

Bummed Out Baker Honest Rating: 8/10

Adapted from Vegan Strawberries Romanoff.

Related on Bummed Out Baker:
Strawberry Cake
Avocado Strawberry Caprese Salad (Gluten-Free + Vegan)
Açaí Bowl


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Mental Health: Psychiatrists

There are some things every person should know about people who seek psychiatric care.

STIGMA

Look, not all of us with mental illness are eating other people’s faces on the side of a highway in Florida. I mean, some of us are, but most people who seek or are in need of psychiatric care are average folks you interact with regularly: your colleague, your grandchild, your mail person, your stepdad, the person two people behind you in line at the grocery store, or you.

Unfortunately it’s common for a lot of people to suffer in silence and confusion. Not only do they need care, but they also often have no idea where to begin in terms of finding the right doctor, are overwhelmed by the expense, and have to deal with the crippling, unnecessary stigma attached to mental health issues. This stigma holds us all back from achieving ideal health and an optimal quality of life.

COST

My psychiatrist, like most psychiatrists, has chosen not to deal with insurance companies due to their overcomplicated nature, but without a psych I am unable to access the meds I desperately need. So, this dissonance then falls on the person in need of care, in this case, me.

Can you imagine that in New York City it costs me $400 to see my psychiatrist for 50 minutes? Aside from our car payment, my mental health is the biggest monthly expense for me and Rick. You may be wondering, “Why doesn’t she just seek out a psychiatrist her insurance covers?” Let me back up a moment.

CONNECTIVITY

Finding a psychiatrist you connect with is like dating, only the stakes are higher. Not only are you looking for someone you get along with personally, you’re searching for the right fit medicinally. You want to be in someone’s care who takes more than 20 minutes every four months to understand the inner-workings of your mind and know what meds would best compliment your brain chemistry. The consequence of faulty prescription can be lethal.

Couple this ideology with the fact that a new psychiatrist means a fresh emotional upheaval. You’re having to rehash everything that may be helpful to the doctor to assess your mental needs, and that requires a verbalized excavation of traumatic experiences. It sucks. The longer you’re with a psychiatrist, the harder it is to leave them because you’ve been so productive throughout your sessions, digging deeper and deeper. The better they know you, the better they can help you. Psychiatrists can brief other psychs on incoming patients, but no memo can take the place of hours spent doing deep dives into your head.

ACCESSIBILITY

HOT SPORTS OPINION ALERT! Another disconnect that, to me, causes an egregious margin of error in the specific realm of medicating mental illness is the psychologist / psychiatrist team up. This model has a patient regularly seeing a psychologist who then communicates their thoughts to a psychiatrist, who then prescribes meds back to the patient. Psychologists cannot prescribe meds and are often cheaper and, therefore, more accessible. It’s certainly better than nothing, but to me this kind of two step care leaves too much room for poor communication and subpar RX.

BRAVERY

It takes a lot of guts to go into a room and figure out how to be comfortable being vulnerable in front of a stranger. It also often takes months to review what a patient may perceive as “obvious” issues before moving onto to unsuspecting things in life, which are sometimes the most insidious and medically informative. It takes time, and it takes gumption. And remember, if the doc is a bad fit, the person seeking care has to start all over again with a new doc. Speaking from experience, this redundant process contributes to mental strain.

It’s so important to normalize the discussion of psychiatric care and to be empathic and encouraging toward those who seek it.

What have your psychiatrist or psychologist experiences been like? Have you had any particular hang ups? Comment below.


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Recipe: Jalepeño Cream Cheese Enchiladas (Vegetarian)

Alright, those of you who’ve been around a while know I put on for enchiladas, hard. They’re my favorite food and, while I try to mostly eat healthy, when I don’t, I really don’t, if you nom sayin’.

This dish is vegetarian garbage. Delicious, vegetarian garbage that perhaps should only be eaten sparingly but, who cares. Live your enchilada truth.

Ingredients

~10 oz meatless “chicken” of choice (I used gardein)
1/2 t sea salt
1/2 t freshly ground black pepper
1 1/2 t cayenne pepper
1 T + 1/2 t garlic powder
2 T butter
1 large onion, diced
2 jalapeño peppers, seeded and minced
8 oz cream cheese
1/2 t paprika
1/2 t chili powder
1/2 t ground cumin
~28 oz green enchilada sauce (homemade or canned)
~6 flour tortillas
~8 oz shredded Monterey Jack cheese
diced avocado or cilantro (optional)

while the innovation is certainly getting better, fake meat is typically junk

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. Prepare meatless “chicken” according to package, seasoning with sea salt, black pepper, 1 t of the cayenne pepper, and 1/2 t of the garlic powder. Set aside to cool for a moment.
  3. Over medium, heat butter in a deep skillet. Add onion and jalapeños and sauté until translucent, about five minutes.
  4. Meanwhile, dice “chicken”.
  5. Add cream cheese to onion mixture and use a spatula to break into chunks, allowing it to melt and soften.
  6. Stir in remaining garlic powder (1/2 t) and cayenne pepper (1/2 t), paprika, chili powder, and cumin.
  7. Stir in “chicken” and remove mixture from heat.
  8. Pour half the enchilada sauce into the bottom of a 9 x 13″ baking dish (or something of similar size).
  9. Place tortilla stack on a work surface next to the “chicken” mixture. Using a ~1/3 c measuring cup, scoop mixture onto each tortilla, creating an approximate line down the center. This does not have to be perfect, so relax and enjoy yaself. Sprinkle about 1 T of Monterey Jack cheese on top of the mixture inside of each tortilla before rolling it up and placing in baking dish, seam down. If your tortillas misbehave, go rogue, and pop open in the dish, again, don’t worry. Just rearrange it and rest assured that as you fill the dish the tortillas will begin to stay in place.
  10. Once dish is full, top with any remaining enchilada innards, pour remaining sauce over enchiladas, and then sprinkle with remaining Monterey Jack cheese.
  11. Bake 30 minutes.
  12. Remove dish and apologize to the oven for having melted cheese and enchilada sauce all over bottom of it. (More about apologizing to inanimate objects here.) Then apologize to the in-laws you live with for dirtying up their oven, if applicable.
  13. Let the enchiladas cool a moment so you don’t burn the crap out of your mouth, but serve them warm.
  14. If desired, top with avocado or a sprig of cilantro as garnish.

Enchiladas are a dang mess and really hard to make look pretty / photograph, so I added some diced avocado as a visual diversion. EVERYONE WILL BE TOO DISTRACTED BY THE GARNISH TO NOTICE THE MESS THAT TRULY LIES BENEATH, which is also a rich metaphor for my life.

Serves four.

Bummed Out Baker Honest Rating: 7/10

Adapted from Jalepeño Cream Cheese Chicken Enchiladas.

Related on Bummed Out Baker:
Black Bean and Potato Enchiladas
Enchilada Soup


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Mental Health: Dealing With Suicide

TRIGGER WARNINGS: self-harm / suicide

A friend hit me up this week broken-hearted that yet another one of their friends had taken their life. They asked if I might explore the complexities of dealing with suicide and raise general awareness here on Bummed Out Baker and I am going to do my best. Please know that I mean to approach the topic with the utmost sensitivity, and am writing about it not for sensationalism, but in hopes of providing solace or understanding regarding suicide.

My first thought on suicide is that it is, of course, deeply personal. When someone takes their own life, unless you’ve been in their very position, the idea of teetering on that edge between life and death is incomprehensible. However, more people than you might think have contemplated the act, several of whom are the people in your life you’d least suspect.

I’ll begin by laying my cards on the table. In 2008, before I was properly medicated under the supervision of a good psychiatrist, I hoped for death most every night. I was 19. I feel like chronic depression (or other mental illnesses) are like addiction / sobriety, in a way. If you’re an addict who doesn’t keep a close eye on the maintenance of their sobriety, a trigger that leads to a slip could sneak up on you. (In this vein, I can’t help but think of the tragic death of the wonderful Philip Seymour Hoffman. Read the moving piece from his partner here.) Mental illness is similar. Sometimes brains need a medicinal switch up, and if you’re not monitoring the effectiveness of your current (or absence of) RX, dark thoughts and ideas can begin to infiltrate your psyche and then start to seem reasonable. Something else to be aware of is that suicidal ideation can be heightened in the first several weeks of taking a new medication. A medication can also blatantly make things worse – the whole thing is a precarious trial and error to be treated with sensitivity and care. While my thoughts of death still come and go, with therapy and medications I am able to better manage with self-talk. Like I’ve said before, I don’t know when the cloud will left, but I know it eventually will.

I believe suicide to be about interiority, something happening on the inside that feels irreparable, a drought of hope that can never be replenished due to circumstance or chemical imbalance. After the initial shock, denial, and guilt, some people believe suicide to be selfish. An English teacher of mine in college opened my eyes to an alternative idea when she likened viewing suicide as selfish to wanting someone to walk around in shoes that are killing them with blood and blisters for the rest of their life, simply because it would make you (another person) feel better. When you think about it, of course that’s not something anyone would want for a loved one. But feeling that there is no way out is also something no one would want for a loved one. One of the hardest things to accept is that someone else’s suicide is not your fault. The layers of complexity continue.

When I was in high school in the early 2000s, we had about one kid a year die by suicide. Another kid would’ve gone to my high school, but he took his life while still in junior high. Kids. While this was post-Columbine, it was before the violent normalization and seemingly general acceptance of mass school shootings and before the internet loomed over every young person, a constant highlight reel produced by their peers. Social media is like a mutant toxicant that’s arrived to plague people in their formative years, a time that’s already painful enough. There is incredible pressure to be or look a certain way, and much of online presence is edited and curated to portray an idealized façade. I am 30 years old and cannot imagine that kind of weight, so I can’t fathom what it’s like to be a 15 year-old today.

While some people with suicidal tendencies are proactive towards death, others are indifferent, not trying to die while also not caring if they, in fact, do. This is different from the fleeting feeling of invincibility that typically couples with adolescence. It’s a step beyond, a matured nonchalance rooted in numbness caused by depression.

Suicide is often discussed in private, hushed tones with tearful words recounting the devastating circumstance of a self-inflicted death of a loved one. When we openly talk about suicide and self-harm, though, we make it okay for people to come out and talk about issues they may be having, which can lead to life-changing help.

While it may sometimes seem suicide may be the only route to relief, it’s simply untrue.

What can you do?

  1. Create community by normalizing the open discussion of thoughts of self-harm and suicide. Delay judgement. Open yourself to people and be receptive to what others have to say. Talk about it!
  2. Call any applicable government representatives to voice your concerns about prioritizing mental health resources and accessibility to the general public.
  3. If you have the means, donate to mental health nonprofit organizations. These orgs often provide resources, community, and solace to those in need and are unable to find elsewhere. At this point in time, these operations are a societal imperative.
  4. This is a bit pointed, but snuggling and talking to beloved pets, especially dogs, lowers BP, is calming, and helps pare down stress. There’s a growing body of research that points to mental comfort of being with your pet. (See: Harvard Health) I often tell my golden retrievers “You bring me so much comfort and joy!” while giving them belly rubs and ear scratches and I don’t know if they know what I’m saying, and I most certainly sound nuts (spoiler: because I am), but it sure does make me feel better.
  5. Always, always remember, if you or someone you know needs help right now, call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.

I’ll leave you all with this touching music video. It’s a couple years old, but remains important. Also, Logic looks like Steve Brady. Bonus!


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Recipe: Avocado Strawberry Caprese Salad (Gluten-Free + Vegan)

Okay the people who are like “Mmm yes dahling balsamic reduction” as if it’s some kind of delicate culinary masterpiece are FULL OF IT because it was so easy to make. I felt v sophisticated, and you can, too. You can also, like me, dance around the kitchen to Donna Summer’s Hot Stuff, wave around a spatula as a dancing accoutrement, and then hit yourself in the eye with a flying drop of balsamic vinaigrette reduction.*

This salad is perfect for summer in it’s ingredients, of course, but also in it’s simplicity. It’s crunchy, tart, sweet, addicting, and, perhaps most importantly, easy to make.

Ingredients

1/3 c balsamic vinegar
1 c strawberries, hulled and sliced
1 c grape tomatoes, halved
1 avocado, pitted and diced
1/3 c loosely packed basil leaves, chiffonade cut
1 1/2 t olive oil
Himalayan pink salt
 (or regular sea salt) to taste
fresh ground black pepper to taste
1 T toasted sesame seeds
1 T chopped pecans

Instructions

  1. Bring vinegar to a simmer over medium heat in a small saucepan, then reduce the heat to medium-low. Simmer for ten minutes, uncovered, until it thickens and reduces in volume by about half. Set aside.
  2. Add strawberries, tomatoes, avocado, and basil to a large, shallow bowl for serving.
  3. Drizzle olive oil on salad and gently toss until just coated.
  4. Season with salt and pepper and briefly toss again.
  5. Top with sesame seeds and pecans.
  6. Finally, drizzle all balsamic reduction over the salad.
  7. Serve immediately – best enjoyed fresh!

Serves two.

Look, not everything I make is awesome, so I’m gonna start giving you my honest opinion. Avocado Strawberry Caprese Salad: 10/10

*Just kidding about that last bit, my eyes are fine. But if that did happen, I wouldn’t mind. I’d do it for Donna.

Adapted from Avocado Strawberry Caprese.


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