What better a day than Earth Day ’09 to talk a little about weirdo hippies?

Dear Blog: Today I saw a guy wearing a tie dyed t-shirt over a tie dyed long sleeve shirt, a cowboy fringe vest over that, cargo shorts, and a cowboy hat. Just as I was thinking to myself WTF, I remembered it was Earth Day. Unfortunately, I got the feeling that his outfit was something he wears all the time.
Please note that I have nothing against tie dye, but I thought I was seriously going to have a seizure when I saw the combo. Wow.

I always pass this place on my walk into town (and choke on the greasy smells that fill up the air surrounding the plaza it’s in), and of course when they put up their “Hippie specials” I had to see what all the fuss was about. It was kind of about….nothing.
Here’s how my conversation with the waitress went:

“Hi, um, what are your hippie specials?”

“Well, right now it’s an omelet with feta, spinach, and tomato, but it’s normally just any kind of small bit of food.”


My housemate informs me the owner/cook has thrown people out before for being Republican, which I have to say is quite amusing.

You know what else I find amusing? When people come up with food and drink ideas that are just so completely horrific, you have to laugh.
Case in point:

Yes, quinoa gold. A blend of quinoa, water, agave, and natural flavors. In a pina colada flavor, nonetheless! (Please note the quinoa sludge at the bottom of the bottle.) I don’t normally go for pina colada flavor, so I had a bad feeling about it.

It got worse when I smelled it.


It was so revolting. Ugh ugh ugh. I hate wasting food, but I just couldn’t make myself drink it. Luckily, it was a free sample, so that makes it a little better, but not much.

But I mean, who else but a weirdo hippie comes up with a quinoa drink? Please don’t make millet milk next, that’s all I ask.



Sorry for the hiatus, that last bit of winter was really killing me with lack of inspiration. But now the weather is getting warmer and I’m not afraid to leave my house for fear of ice or snow or cold wind whipping at me.
I can leave my house and wander around my yard and get inspiration and brainstorm about my blog.

Yes, good old Cheap Thrills. It annoys me that it’s so random; I have a couple of ideas on how I can make it more coherent, so stay tuned.

Also stay tuned for exciting posts on vegan shoes, hippies, white chocolate, and much more.


*Fun Fact: There’s an old cement mine on the property my house is on and my housemate collects old bottles she finds by it.

This is possibly the dumbest post ever written, but hopefully Bob Dylan fans will get it.

(I am aware this photo is super blurry, it’s my take on the Blonde on Blonde album cover. Take it or leave it…..)


Blondies are a nice change of pace from the boring regular chocolate dessert that is known as the brownie. Alright, I take it back, brownies aren’t boring. And actually, chocolate isn’t always used. When my sisters and I were younger on rainy days my mother used to make carob brownies a la 1970’s hippy food/Mollie Katzen cuisine.*
One day when my sister was away at college her friend started talking about how she thought she hated brownies growing up but really she just hated the carob brownies her mother made, and my sister knew exactly what she meant.**
My sister’s friend grew up on a hippy commune in Texas, though. We didn’t grow up on a commune, we were stuck in the suburbs with the urban blues, so I have no idea what my mother’s reasoning behind the carob was.
(Actually I do. We just ate super healthy growing up.)

* I have nothing against the Moosewood cookbooks. In fact, I think they’re adorable. However, I am annoyed by Mollie Katzen’s selling-out. (Don’t follow the link unless you want to be aggravated.)

** For the record, I like carob and I know at least five other people who believe in it.

A few weeks ago I had an idea that cashew butter would be really nice in blondies, so I pledged my time to make some absolutely sweet treats.
The cashew butter worked well in them; the flavor isn’t too overwhelming, but you can taste it, which is nice. I’m happy with the texture, it was just like a blondie should be (well, the texture was perfect for 2 of the 3 I’ve made). The 4th time around we’ll see how it goes.

These babies are a work in progress, though.
I still think they could use something else, I’m just not sure what. If you have a suggestion, feel free to tell me! I’m sure at least one of you must know something to jazz it up.

I wanted to buy some of the Price Chopper accidentally vegan butterscotch chips I’ve been hearing all about lately so I could use them in the blondies and call them blonde on blonde, but the ingredients were scary and I couldn’t bring myself to buy them.
Although I might just have to crack and get them to see how taste in the blondies. Decisions, decisions.

Ugh, what is it with the words epic and fail? It seems like everyone and their mother has been using them lately, and it’s really starting to get on my nerves. I don’t have anything against either of them, it’s just that they’re so overused it’s not even funny. I wish they would either fade away into obscurity or start being used in the right context again, preferably the latter.

I found some old photos on my travel drive, isn’t that exciting?

Back when I was a wee lass and had a mohawk that sometimes looked like the sun.

Right around the time I was obsessed with Mahavishnu Orchestra, my sister and I had a fun little photo shoot.

And, uh, remember my post about Myspace and Millay?
Well, my little myspace experiment lasted a little over a month. Yes, I have indeed crafted another page. But I’m going to use for the greater good. I have a couple of ideas that I’m keeping a secret for now, but maybe soon you’ll find out (then again, maybe not). And I’m still going to write letters and stuff! And I am still a vehement non-texter! Also, while we’re on the subject of texting, why do I get the creepiest/shadiest wrong number text messages?

text 1

Okay, so I texted back “Wrong number” because I didn’t know what else to do.

text 2

And wtf, I was a bit creeped out by this as I was home alone at the time.
text 3