Through the Looking Glass: Typical Grad School Eats


Be sure to check out the latest episode of Our Hen House, I’ve got a mention on the podcast for a NPR article I shared with them recently!

I haven’t done one of my Through the Looking Glass posts in quite awhile. A travesty for certain because I adore them. I chose to document my eats last Tuesday, as my foodstuffs that day gave a pretty accurate picture of what my diet looks like on the weekdays. I typically have long days–early mornings and I sometimes don’t get home until 9 in the evenings, depending on my work schedule for the week.

Luckily, I found a food formula of what works for me pretty quickly: coffee, smoothies, healthful lunch, several easily accessible snacks, hearty dinner. The trick for me is not allowing myself to get hungry (which can lead to hangry). Since I’m still learning about my vegan options in my new town, I tend to bring in just about everything that I need each day, but as always my mornings start with a pot of french press.


Typical morning still life: laptop, vegan boots, green smoothie, coffee.

I usually drink about half the pot at my apartment while I get ready for the day: make my smoothie, put on my face, the like. The other half goes in my trusty to-go cup and gets hauled with me to campus.

Breakfast: during the week it’s nearly always a green smoothie. I’ve never been much of a breakfast person, but I do love a good smoothie to get me going in the morning. It’s usually some combination of almond/coconut milk, greens, 1 banana (usually frozen), yogurt, and lately I’ve been putting a chia/flax/cocoa/coconut blend in.


Full calavera smoothie glass, when it’s barely light outside.


Obligatory adorableness.

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Cat photo bomb and drinking my smoothie down as it finally gets light outside. He’s nearly always within about 10 feet of me when I’m home. I love it.


Lunch: on Tuesdays I typically come home for lunch as I’ve got a four hour break in between class and work. On days like these, I come home and work out, hang out with the gato and leisurely fix myself some food before heading back to campus around 4. On this particular Tuesday, it was a left over salad: romaine and mixed greens with tomatoes, red bell peppers, shredded carrrots, and my favorite oil and vinegar dressing topped with leftover eggplant curry and quinoa.


I typically follow a similar formula when I’m on campus for lunch: some sort of leftovers/salady combination in my little collapsable to go container. This one was romaine and spinach with all my usual salad fixings with leftover soyrizo, black bean relish, and a bunch of avocado.


Made some dandelion tea to take with me to work.


More books for my research arrived in the mail. A pretty standard picture of my car these days.


As I work from 4-9 at my second job (also with the University) I usually bring some sort of snack to tide me over until I get home. A lot of times I’ll end up eating lunch late enough that with the snack I’m totally fine until I get home later in the evening. I munched on pecans and sliced up a fresh plum while working on my readings for class.


When I got home: an epic pile of tofu scramble with lots of kale atop sprouted grain toast with fresh tomatoes, avocado, red peppers and onions. Delicious.

The Cure for Anything is Salt Water

“The cure for anything is salt water – tears, sweat, or the sea.”

― Isak Dinesen, Seven Gothic Tales

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I saw the Gulf of Mexico for the first time on Saturday. I’m completely enamored with the beauty of its sugar white sand and clear water. I reached down, standing in water waist deep to scoop up a tiny hermit crab and say hello. I saw sea snails, and swam with a dolphin. 10 feet away, she surfaced, blew water up into the air. Dark grayish blue, and far bigger than I expected. One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Floating in that glassy water, no waves, so clear I could see the bottom nearly 20 feet down. And there she was, not far from us. On the way back from the dolphin adventure, 5 baby raccoons seduced us with their adorable play, running in and out of the rocks on the jetty that forms the artificial cove in which we swam.

I’ll never forget seeing that beautiful dolphin. In honor of her, I made a small contribution to Sea Shepherd. If you can, I encourage you to do so as well.  Even more significant in light of a conversation I had on the way down about the yearly dolphin slaughter in Taiji. If you have a minute today, check out Sea Shepherd and get the story. The ocean truly is mother of us all, and these creatures deserve our love and respect.

Intersecting Identities: Vegan, Queer, Woman


Headed to the department car selfie.

I’m not going to lie: this past week has been tough. Really tough. The toughest week I’ve had in a while. I’ve been living in Florida for almost exactly one month. I love my apartment, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen the gato happier. I LOVE being a graduate student. After over a year off, I’m with people who love and care about the same things that I care about, at least generally. But there are a few things about this new life that I didn’t expect, and a lot of them have to do with my identity, particularly my veganism.

But let me step back for a second and engage that word, IDENTITY. It’s such a loaded term. In my gender studies back ground this came up all of the time. There are so many books, articles, blog posts, tweets, Facebook statuses, photographs, paintings, movies, TV shows, anything really, that deal with individual identity. I’ve always had a very strong sense of self, and that’s something I’ve always been very proud of. My identities are unique–as they are for everyone. Because I’m constantly dealing with theory (currently academic queer and gender theory, as always, and art historical theory of re-approaching our concepts of the Renaissance) my mind is always whirring with how broad concepts like eating/lifestyle preferences and sexuality diverge from academia, from footnoted words on a page, to my own personal life.

Let’s start with veganism.

I think that as vegans, we’re incredibly lucky (and let’s face we should be PROUD) to be able to walk into just about any coffee shop and find soy or almond milk, to find tofu at most grocery stores, and a vegan option (even if it is at Taco Bell or Chipotle) in most towns. I’m incredibly grateful for these things and the activism that went into their ready availability. But let’s face it, there are still gaps. A lot of gaps. A lot of these conveniences don’t exist in some places. Driving through rural Georgia on my way to Tallahassee to find an apartment in May, I came to the sudden and jarring realization (after all of my vegan life spent in a very liberal, fairly vegan friendly place) that veganism let alone vegan options are simply invisible in a lot of places.

Suddenly, I’m in one of those places. Every day.

For the most part, veganism slips completely under the radar, at least right now. For the most part it’s invisible and the few food options I’ve explored near my building haven’t been the greatest in terms of vegan cuisine, though I’ve found some good options in the greater Tallahassee area so far. The lack of on campus vegan options and some of the frustration I’ve felt over wanting or needing food when I’m in my department coupled with my newly acquired, beautiful, spacious kitchen (and the food that ends up right here on the blog as a result) has made my vegan identity come to the forefront.


When I created my “Thoughts on the Tattooed Vegan Body“post nearly a month ago, one of my new colleagues commented, “I kind of want to see a chart of your identities.”

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I haven’t been able to get that comment out of my head–especially as recently I’ve been seriously coming to terms with this new chapter in my life, in a place that’s new and different and around people who really don’t know me. As of right now (really, last night at work) these are the major chunks of my identity that occupy my mind and my self-presentation on a daily basis. (And to be honest, anyone’s identities are probably endless. These are just the ones that I’ve been pondering this past week.) I think about being an art historian constantly, because I’m in graduate school for it. I’m always thinking about what this means for me now and for me in the future. I’m constantly doing readings, preparing for classes, submitting questions, emailing/meeting with professors, and doing my own research. And I LOVE IT.

I always think about being vegan, because so far I’m the only one. I haven’t met any other vegans in Florida yet. A few of my friends are occasional vegans or have an interest in veganism and vegan food. I’m hauling in a feed bag (as I like to call it) just about every day to cut down on cost, potential hanger, and of course to feed myself through out the day. I love bringing my own foods to campus, because I love my food, but I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t thinking about my steadfast vegan-ness all the time. Every time I order soy milk at Starbucks, when I eat my little homemade lunch, when I see someone else eating food, when people mention events or going to restaurants. Seriously, my vegan identity is always at the forefront.


I feel that I already addressed the woman/tattooed identities in my post on the tattooed vegan body, so I’ll just graze over them here. As someone who focuses on androgyny in art, I’m always thinking about the (un)gendering of images, about social constructions of femininity and masculinity, and about my own self-presentation.

Cat lady kind of goes without needing an explanation. I think about my cat child all the time, I talk to him and see him more often than I see any other individual. I’m a cat lady, pure and simple.


Now, queer has always been something that I’ve used a descriptor for myself and particularly my sexuality here on the blog. It’s also a way of seeing the world, of engaging temporality and rejecting most normative ways of thinking and engaging the world. Honestly, veganism is a queer practice and way of living. It goes agains the grain and rejects the normative practice of consuming animal products. Veganism is also a queer community, as Judith/Jack Halberstam puts it (and I’m seriously paraphrasing here folks) in their In a Queer Time and Place, queer identified people tend to make their own separate communities bound by common interests and activism. As vegans, we do that too. (I think that Sarah E. Brown of Queer Vegan Food perfectly ties together veganism and queer identity in her About section.) So I often engage my queer identity in relation to any and all other aspects of my life. (Now, after writing this section I wish I’d made the queer piece of my life pie bigger.)

Now, let’s come back to this week. Oh, this week. Bascially, all of this has been percolating in my ever bubbling brain for the past…well, forever really. As long as I can remember, even if I didn’t have a name for what I was thinking or feeling. Getting back into the academic world and coming from a very activist based alma mater (UNC-Chapel Hill) has been mind blowing to say the least. This past week marked the boiling over point, when all the things I’m always thinking about (the water) met with a pinch of salt (my new academic life) and started bubbling and fizzing even more. And honestly, it’s been something that I wasn’t expecting. I’ve spent the past 5 years of my life preparing to get to where I am now, graduate school. Now that I have that end goal, now that I’m in it, it’s been mind blowingly beautifully overwhelming to deal with it all. It’s the beginning of a great grand adventure and learning experience. I’m always so fascinated to see how people engage different parts of themselves and other people when those facets of identity come to the forefront.

This all culminated with my desperate search for green juice on campus Thursday afternoon. As I mentioned, there’s a campus Starbucks and I was hoping they’d have some of those cold pressed green juices there. They didn’t. Neither did the small market next to my building. While there were some vegan options there, they just weren’t drinks or foods that are fitting into my lifestyle right now. So, I jumped in my car and went to Whole Foods.


I had this moment of isolation and frustration at not being able to find a delicious, healthy beverage near the place where I spent hours everyday. (and by hours I mean 8-12) This, coupled with a super overwhelming week led to a existential crisis. An existential crisis over green juice.


The next day at Earth Fare near my home, I found this. One of the first local products for sale that I’ve seen since arriving here. I can’t describe the feeling of comfort that swept over me. This new journey is the adventure of a lifetime, and I’m going to find these little unexpected treasures within it that match up with my identities and my needs as a health conscious vegan. I just have to know where to look.

Eggplant and Sweet Potato Yellow Curry with Mushrooms and Tomatoes


To say the least, I’ve been eating well lately. Very well. Cooking has always been “my thing.” It’s always been a form of stress release that isn’t quite escapism but somehow functions in the same capacity. No matter what’s going on for me in my life (right now about 300-500 pages of reading a week and rapidly approaching deadlines for research paper prospecti) somehow in the midst of chopping and sautéing garlic, pouring, dicing, cutting, and stirring, it’s all ok.


Beautiful, rich autumnal dishes like this are the perfect comfort to cook and to eat. The rich colors and varied textures make this dish so palatable and something that I’ve craved since I initially made it. (Good thing I had leftovers!) This is the perfect dish to eat in a bowl, maybe with a few wilted greens alongside, over some rice, quinoa, or couscous. I chose quinoa as it’s been ages since I’ve eaten the stuff.


Eggplant and Sweet Potato Yellow Curry with Mushrooms and Tomatoes

1 medium-small eggplant, cut into bite-sized chunks and oven roasted*

2 cups chopped sweet potato, roasted until tender

1 medium sized tomato, chopped

1 cup mushrooms of your choice, quartered

1/2 cup diced onion

2 cloves garlic, minced or through garlic press

1 cup coconut milk (I didn’t use the full fat canned variety as I had a half gallon of the readily drinkable stuff on hand)

2 Tablespoons yellow curry (panang  or 5 spice curry) powder

1/2 teaspoon harissa

1-2 Tablespoons of soy sauce or tamari

salt and pepper to taste

oil for cooking

Prepare and roast necessary veggies until tender. Sauté garlic and onion over medium heat until onions become translucent. Add mushrooms and cook until lightly browned and tender. Add eggplant, sweet potatoes, and tomatoes. Add curry powder and harissa. (Make sure you know how potent it is before you go tossing it into curries and the like willy nilly.) Allow this all to cook for a minute or two, until you notice that the curry is smelling extra delicious, season with soy sauce (I used 1 Tablespoon, but season to taste) and salt and pepper. Add the coconut milk, and simmer until you have a rich, thick delicious looking sauce has formed. Serve immediately.

* Before cubing up the eggplant, slice it and sprinkle salt over top. Let the liquid drain out for about an hour, then cube, toss in olive oil, and roast.*


Like I said, LEFTOVERS. Eaten in the graduate school lounge the next day in my cute little collapsable container.

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Now, if only I could get a little Fall weather to match dishes like this. Then I’d be one happy lady. I miss my NC fall, that should just be starting to brown right about now. It’s the trade off for getting to look at palm trees every day I suppose. ;)