Category Archives: Vegan Mofo

Harvey’s makes your hamburger

a reason to not bother cooking again.

Last night I got hit with a severe headache, aggravated by my neighbour’s bass practice and I was pretty laid up. Caught between that feeling that I can’t do anything and the feeling of being starving I figured I’d check out my fast food options for something in the neighbourhood of so simple I can’t even think about it.

Harvey’s is a chain that was one of, if not the first to put a veggie burger on the menu and keep it there. Their patty is soy based, vegan and very meat like. Their whole wheat bun does not appear to be vegan as the allergy guide has an egg product warning, though strangely there is nothing to indicate any egg product in the ingredient list. Regardless, a quick swap out of the bun for a roll at home and I was golden, well still hurty, but a golden hurty.


changes in the everyday

In an autumn full of wonderful sometimes it’s important to practice the easy meals that you can sustain past the mofo. Some days are perfect for elaborate dishes with multiple ingredients and time intensive preparation with calibrated instruments and tools. Other days, days like today, call for simple meals like lentils and rice, steamed snow peas and roasted cauliflower (350F for 45 minutes tossed in olive oil, salt and pepper).

I’m intending to use the overpriced supermarket adjacent to the park beside my house as little as possible this month. I’ve recently had an awakening of sorts about exactly how many of my dollars have been paying for a convenience that is lower in quality and higher in price then just about anywhere else. First market I’m trying is the next closest to my house, and lacks the selection of the supermarket and has no organic products as far as I can tell. Still, my vegetables and a big bag of almonds came in at around $6, and without the sacrifice of time that I’ll devote to investigating stores outside my neighbourhood in the future.


Well I sang, I stripped and rolled into bed at around 8am after biking home in light rain with all my costumes and props perched and tethered to each other in and on my milk crate bike basket (this blog does fully condones the illegal use of milk crates for practical repurposes). Dang, haven’t seen that side of morning straight and sober since tenth grade.

What a great night. The Campbell House Citizens Band saw over 15, 000 visitors through the gate and singing along to the projected lyrics as we jammed it out in the pit. Lots of people gifting treats to each other that gave the evening a real friendly feel. One sucky thing about being vegan is having to politely say “no thank you” to random acts of cookies. This time, like an October miracle the baker replied “are you sure? they’re vegan” WHAT THE WHAT?!? She qualified – she did use granulated sugar. Up here the major brand of sugar (Redpath) doesn’t use bone char, so I didn’t grill her on the brand she uses. I figured at 3am outside in the chill it was vegan enough for me.

Today is pasta for breakfast with Esme Sauce. What’s Esme Sauce? A recipe from some hero over at the PPK. Tahini, Soy Sauce, Olive Oil, Miso, Nutritional Yeast and Lemon juice in equal parts. Pass me my ¬†blanket, I’ve got some couch time to put in this aft.

black coffee no spoon

Vegan MoFo whaaaaat?

Today’s a busy day, Toronto has an all night art thing happening well, all night, and I’m involved with two of the many projects going on if you’re local and out and about. it’s called Nuit Blanche, translated to White Night – I’ll be part of a band playing singalong classic rock jams as part of the multimedia installation 1972-1976 at Campbell House and later on (5 and 7am) will be doing some comedic burlesque at Vaudeville Hotel which is aiming to break (it’s own) world record for the longest burlesque show ever. If you like fire, maker culture and interacting with giant things, friends of mine over at Site 3 will be showcasing their Heart Machine, where you can use touch sensors that will travel through the arteries and shoot 25 foot flames into the air. ¬†

But enough about me what’s this about food? This is my second MoFo, and I’m looking forward to cooking and eating and telling you all about it. It’s breakfast and it looks cold outside (just checked, we’re looking at 7 degrees celsius, Hello October) so I’m going to enjoy a mug of black coffee, and watch some TV on the internet until I’m motivated to start my homework.

Coffee is probably the only thing I’ve never considered quitting. Been hooked on the juice since I was fourteen. I took it with milk for the first ten years but never had the love for non-dairy creamer some people adore so. Plus it makes you look tough at diners and truck stops when you happen by. Black Coffee no spoon you can say, so they know you don’t take sugar. I like to say black as my soul and I’m sweet enough already.