5 Dishes, 5 Ecosystems

Chef Louis Robinson, owner of the pop-up restaurant “Spice” of Sarasota Florida recently came to Miami to host a vegan 5-course nature-themed experimental dinner.  This is my first exposure to artistic cooking, besides visually consuming the baby-plated flurries of creativity on “Chef’s Table”.  Just to explain, a pop-up restaurant is one that has no shop or set location but is rather the manifestation of the chef’s creativity wherever he is invited.  And I’d say that artistic cooking is the creation of dishes that are meant to express more than just flavor but an idea or sentiment that invites the mind and heart into the experience of the meal. Continue reading “5 Dishes, 5 Ecosystems”

Slow Food Miami

Tonight, I had the honor of attending a Slow Food Miami gathering where I was able to explore the organization and meet locals interested in the local food environment.  It was hosted by prominent local chef Allen Susser who presented a simple home-grown vegetable and dip buffet with various dishes appearing throughout the night.  There was even basil pineapple ice cream, though a part of me longed for the good old days of mint chocolate chip.  I met several interesting people involved in the local growing scene, including the Worm Whisperer (whom we have not seen the last of on this journey) and Gabe of Seasons Farm Fresh, a distributer of local and Latin American fruit.  Both shared their own perspective and insights into the local Miami food system, which I’ll share in future blog posts. Continue reading “Slow Food Miami”

Farmer’s Market No. 1: Pinecrest

It was my first day back in Miami from the frost-ridden realm of New Jersey, and you know where this big boy was heading: straight for the local veggies at the farmer’s market.  Sundays are a time for eggplants, Jesus, and empanadas.  Therefore, I gathered my Apple (of Eden) bag and set forth to the Pinecrest Farmer’s Market to taste the fruits forbidden by the centralized, nationally-dispersed food system.   Continue reading “Farmer’s Market No. 1: Pinecrest”

Resetting

I’ve been lost as to what to post here.  The momentum of this blog has been fermented food: tempeh, kraut, nut cheese.  However, I’ve come to an increasingly firm belief that I have some sort of intolerance to fermented and aged foods.  The histamine triggers a range of symptoms that agitate my physical being.  Perhaps it’s my overemphasis of fermented foods that have led to this maladaption.  Also, it gives me pause as I reflect on all the diet gurus on the Internet that claim dogmatically to have the answer.  For example, I became briefly obsessed with Matthew Kenney, a celebrity raw vegan chef.  In raw veganism, the food is never heated above 104-120˚F.  Continue reading “Resetting”

3 Shades of Ripe Papaya Salad

If you’re feeling the whoosh of Santa’s sleigh, the neigh of reindeers howling in the still night, and polar bears giddily rolling about while drinking Coca-Cola, then papaya can’t be too far off your mind…right?  That’s why I’m here, to bring you the tropical experience even if you are facing a sheer wall of snow and unduly short days.  Mucking about in my neighbor’s backyard recently, I rankled several papayas from their relatively tall tree.  They were all green on the outside, but when I opened them up I realized they were varying degrees of pink. Continue reading “3 Shades of Ripe Papaya Salad”

Hear the Kale King Roar!

Dear Poetry Professor,

When you cut me off today and tried to skip my turn to share my poetic art piece, it fucking hurt. You perceived a slight from reactive pride, and in trying to protect yourself overreached and slighted me. “Of course you brought a stick,” yes, indeed, and you couldn’t appreciate the beauty and significance of a simple stick, yet you were like an overeager mother fawning over the other students’ cardboard art projects. You realize these are just artificially reconstituted versions of the stick I brought in? Continue reading “Hear the Kale King Roar!”

The Garden Won’t Fail, So Set the Mesa

The backstory for this poem stems from the industrial backdrop of the photo below.  Not that industrial is evil.  It is just suffocating the tropical permaculture garden we’ve planted on campus at UMiami.  There’s a reflective metallic container just to the right of the big gravel heap, in the far back of the photo.  That’s where the hose and water pump are.  The contracted company hired by UM to build a road through campus excavated the ground between the garden and water pump.  They’ve cut out the pipe feeding water to the irrigation system for not only the garden, but the arboretum here as well.

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