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Sunday, October 15, 2017

Vegan MoFo Day 15: A Walk in the Park

A friend that works for the State of Florida offered to escort me through a tour of Bahia Honda State Park post Irma. I jumped at the chance as the Park remains closed since the storm. It's funny how sometimes I think I know how I'm going to feel during certain experiences, but since I never experienced whatever the "it" is I shouldn't have expectations, right? That's how it was for me today... my feelings were very different than I expected them to be. I wasn't allowed to shoot video or photographs, but I can tell you what I saw. ❤️🌴





My friend's friend said it best... Bahia Honda has taken herself back from us. What will we learn as we move forward... will we hear her cries and heed the message?
Vegan love to you and yours. ⛱

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Vegan MoFo Day 14: Touring a Debris Pile

Today my first video explains how I spent the day. Fasten your seat belt for the second video. We scope out a debris pile. And since it is Vegan Month of Food but I forgot to talk about food, my tip is save all those odd peels, bits and ends of your veggies, not a morsel of that goes into my compost. I freeze it all and when I have enough I throw it all into a pot, cover it with water, add whatever herbs I have around and make my own stock. No measurements, no fuss. I strain it and freeze in muffin tins then pop them out and store them frozen to roast your veggies, make your vegan frittatas and do all sorts of magic.  My great stash of stock was lost to Irma but once we get a freezer again, I'll be back on the mission. Now videos!






And here we go...



😪 indeed.

Til next time. xo


Friday, October 13, 2017

Vegan MoFo Day 13: An Update and A Recipe

Whew, today was busy! I got a video up for you just after sunset offering an update on what's really going on with our business. Also, we have cake. Sort of. This is what I made so many weeks ago, pre-Irma, for my birthday. It's a mostly raw chocolate peanut butter swirl cake. If you've never had a good raw dessert you're missing out.... they can be unbelievably decadent. My peanut butter was not raw and the nuts were pasteurized so not truly raw. Who cares, the recipe sounded good... I was right! Almost 6 weeks bouncing from freezer to freezer and it still tasted spectacular. I made a few tweaks based on what I had on hand but stuck close to the recipe also because that site is one of my favorites for raw. Since Irma I couldn't be any further from raw, but I'll always be vegan. We are simply blessed to even have food in our life during times of strife, hardship or disaster (or a combo of all 3...) the link to the recipe is after the video. Today is actually the other happy vegan's birthday. I went all out and got him a pint of his favorite almond milk ice cream, and he even had some of the raw ice cream cake too. Mr. Happy Camper! Lol.



And here's the link to the cake recipe. Feel free to post any questions you have, now go be your rawsome vegan self!

http://www.thisrawsomeveganlife.com/2013/04/deep-dish-chocolate-peanut-butter-ice.html?m=1

xo


Thursday, October 12, 2017

Vegan MoFo Day 12: Why Stay

Not a morsel of food today. I was doing fairly well through the morning then without warning a headache flattened me. I tried to rest but couldn't find the off switch for the brain. Been thinking and thinking about so much. One question so many of us wrestle with in any relationship when the going gets tough is "Why Stay?" Anyone living here among us has a relationship with the Keys. This is not like most other places. It's raw and at times angry. Sometimes it's bliss and literal rainbows and sunshine. But we all can't be faulted for wanting to bail when the going gets this tough, can we?

I admit when I first saw things post storm my reaction was nope, no way, no how, I'm outta here... done. I said it to the other happy vegan. "But where?" Was his response. I said Oregon and a camper sounds good. We had a plan anyway. Before this all happened. Had our little house by the sea waiting for a gentle renovation after this place was finally in the loving arms of the next good and deserving stewards but first thing we wanted to do was rent a camper, pile all the animals in and drive for a month or two. Princess wanted Oregon, once we explained what Oregon is. We told her many stories about the trip. Then she died. And Irma came. So I decided that's it I actually can break so I was broken. Every day was pain every day a struggle. Slowly "it" began...after about the first 2 weeks I realized maybe things might actually get better... so many resources were deployed here and so many individuals began helping us with relief, concern, genuine affection. About that time I took my first true walk on the beach. Oh no... do not suck me back in... more days passed and the sky enveloped us with crazy colors every night along with so many rainbows during the day. No no please let me go... but everyday brings something fresh (ironic under the circumstances where things seem so far from fresh), nature splashes the sky with stars, a new feral shows up at the store where the others used to be (of which only 1 remains) and now this tonight. As I sit here alone doing laundry at a friend's place pecking out letters on the tiniest phone known to humankind the walls rattle with thunder, the room explodes with lightning:





Keys life is not for everyone, I get that. But so far she won't let me go without a fight. 🌴❤️

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Vegan MoFo Day 11: Happy Irmaversary

I hate to let you down but I have no video for you today and I'm not hitting the prompt either (kitchen tour).  Yesterday was one month since Irma blew through and changed so many lives. I know about the wildfires in California and it's weighing so heavily on me right now, you likely feel similar. I'm listening to sound bytes on the radio "it all happened so fast, so fast" "it's gone, all gone" "this is the price we pay to live in such a beautiful area" it's like flashbacks, same words uttered by so many of us in the Keys exactly 1 month ago.  Looking back and reflecting, we have made huge amounts of progress. Sometimes I forget that fact when so much is left to do. But I do have water, electric and communication to a good degree. The road is getting a temporary fix. I'm not scared that people think I died in the storm, and I can call my family and friends at will. C130s and military choppers are not the only thing in the sky, in fact I've even begun to notice the stars again. Some people think books should be written about this whole mess in fact we all know that will happen. Not by me. I don't want to remember. I grabbed a notebook a day or two after the storm to write things down so I'd remember. Just as quickly I realized I just want this over. Remembering the palm trees completely bent sideways at the shelter accompanied by near white out conditions... driving back to Big Pine on the tail end of the storm, seeing the higheay littered with boats, dumpsters, huge trees and wreckage flying around like tinker toys... turning  onto Long Beach during the receding surge and feeling nothing but sheer terror the truck was going to start to float and we were going to die by drowning (more fuel for my water terror)...Living at a friend's formerly beautiful home now in ruins plucking land crabs and iguanas off walls and from behind moldy furniture day and night... no sanitation at all... finally getting a shower after too many days to count, using bottled water... military military military absolutely everywhere providing aid and protecting us. Sitting on line for Fuel Relief Fund gasoline when no place in the Keys had a drop of fuel, besides even if they did they couldn't sell it since there was no power and the stations themselves were destroyed. The first glimpse of where my house was... then finally getting my first glimpse of Deer Run, gut punch after gut punch. Standing in the middle of Grimal Grove and literally having no idea where I was. All of this barely scratches the surface. I guess when I allow myself the luxury to think about this, just one month in, yeah it's been pretty traumatic. The wildfires are making me ache for all those effected. I know a bit of what they are in for during recovery and compared to them I've got it easy. Not to mention having to deal with FEMA, SBA and disaster assistance and at times feeling so ashamed to need help after working my entire life having my first job at 13. The fire survivors will be subjected to, and will have to endure that final humiliation as well.

I cannot even post a picture of the first brewed cup of coffee I had weeks after the storm. It was from Tom Thumb and even though it came in a shitty foam cup I savored it. But we still do not have a computer or internet it makes everything that much more challenging, thank goodness for this vintage phone. One thing I've not yet discussed either is the trauma of watching the post storm ecological disaster unfold in real time as well. It's a lot to take in seeing the trash piles, looking at the plastic everywhere and being an active participant in that aspect by drinking bottled water, having everything including food come in plastic and seeing the stuff in the water and on the trees that we will have to help cleanup.  How did 1 cup of coffee turn into this? I'll be back tomorrow with a video. FYI the prompt today was kitchen tour. The good news is that once I got through all the stuff that swirled into the kitchen it looks like we will be in pretty good shape that way when it gets a monumental scrub down. Have tested most, but not all, the appliances. So far so good. Hope springs eternal is all I know.

When you wake up tomorrow, make sure you breathe deeply when you pour your coffee. I hope you have a roof over your head to give thanks for, and a job or purpose that, no matter how crummy or great you think it is, you give thanks for that as well.

Hang tough my kindred Keys and beyond spirits. We will get there.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Vegan MoFo Day 10: Death Cleaning, WTF?!

Today is about keeping and purging. Not decluttering, this is different. Oh and PS... nooch is life, haha. 🌈





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Monday, October 9, 2017

Vegan MoFo Day 9: A Hurricane Story & A Gadget

Every word of this story is true. The days immediately after the storm were some of the most anxiety riddled of my life mostly because there were actual moments when I believed no one would know what happened to us down here. Completely cut off from the rest of the world those first days were surreal. Sometimes at night I lay awake reliving the scariest, weirdest or strangest moments. I love animals but damn it was unbelievable the stuff that was going on at times.... come listen.




xo