Today I had the pleasure of meeting Gena, Valerie, and few lovely blog readers for lunch at Le Pain Quotidien Dupont. I’ve been reading about blogger meetups for a while now (usually with a twinge of jealousy), but this was my very first one. I have to say it was fab. Though it did feel at first a bit like a blind date! Lunch was great, but not just because the food was good (it was) or because I admire both Choosing Raw and City Life Eats for their intelligent and always enjoyable blogs, but also because the conversation over lunch reminded me not to get bogged down with doubt.
I’m new to the blogging thing, though I’ve been a voracious food blog reader ever since I went vegan and discovered the wonderful blogging community. My newbie status is quite evident: I don’t yet have a blogroll (coming soon! who wants in?). My borrowed (thanks, speedy!) point-and-shoot camera is a sad, sad thing next to Gena’s beauty. I’m still unsure whether anyone (other than my parents) gets a kick out of reading this. Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! And I’m often plagued with doubt. Will my food ever look as appetizing and taste as delicious as Ashley’s or Mama Pea’s? Am I good enough? Am I funny enough? Am I pretty enough? Don’t ask why that’s relevant to the blogging world, but it is. Wonder why I’ve yet to post a photo of myself?
As a writer, I’m often plagued with feelings of inferiority, feelings that are often so crippling I avoid writing at all. I’m sure my MFAers know what I’m talking about.
Yet after lunch, on my leisurely walk back to the metro, I realized that it doesn’t really matter how I compare with others, whether it’s in person or in the virtual blogging world. I started this blog as an outlet for me, a place for me document my many, many opinions about food and cooking and the vegan life I love so much. When I write outside of this blog — either for pay or for passion, both of which I’ve been lucky to do lately — I’ve gotten so I don’t, and can’t, care about what might come of it. And that, it seems, is the key to writing a blog that someone will want to read.
Someday my photos will be prettier, my hair will be less frizzy, and there will be more places in D.C. to have blogger meetups besides LPQ. Until then I’ll keep at it. With a little help from my new friends.
And now for the Soup of the Week. Broccoli may resemble little trees, but I have to say it’s not the prettiest nor the most appealing of foods. Plus, many broccoli soups are a vegan’s worst nightmare — full of cheese, dairy etc.
When I was in a rush the other night, starving but feeling super lazy, I remembered this blog and without worrying what anyone might think, whipped up a little broccoli soup. This soup isn’t complicated, it’s definitely not the prettiest, but I think it tastes pretty darn good.
Simple Broccoli Soup for Nights When You Just Don’t Care
- 2 garlic cloves, peeled
- 1 medium onion, peeled and roughly chopped
- 2 T olive oil
- 2 cups unsweetened cashew milk (almond or any other non-dairy milk would be great)
- 3 cups veggie broth
- 8 cups of broccoli, chopped (make sure to chop off the tough ends)
- 1 cup nutritional yeast
- 1 t salt
- 1 t nama shoyu (or any soy sauce of your choice)
1. Heat olive oil in a large saucepan over medium-high heat. Add garlic and onions. Don’t worry about the size of the veggies; everything will get blended later. Heat veggies until soft. About 3-4 minutes.
2. Add broccoli, cashew milk, veggie broth, salt and soy sauce. If necessary, add a little more liquid to just cover the broccoli. Bring to a boil, lower heat and simmer for about 10 minutes.
3. Add nutritional yeast. Blend with your immersion blender or transfer to a blender. Blend until combined. Taste! Add salt and/or soy sauce as needed.
I have no doubts you’ll enjoy it, but then again…