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An Earth Day rant.

22 April 2013 in Uncategorized by Erika | No comments

It’s Earth Day today. Whoop de fucking doo. We live on this planet every single day, from cradle to grave, astronauts excepted, and one day out of 365 we concern ourselves with our impact?

I usually miss the boat on holiday relevant posts. Actually, I am late on most every post. Tote bag giveaway? Ended two weeks ago or something, but since no one wanted it I am donating it. Someone‘s got to like magenta. Part of the reason this blog has been around for like, two years and I almost never post is because it is really difficult to pour energy into something with no momentum. I get it. It’s okay. Environmental concerns are depressing. American Idol is more interesting to you.

I try really hard to be gentle and encouraging. It goes along with my whole hopeless-cause-but-I’m-doing-it-anyway schtick. I try not to be the Sara McLaughlin of blogging. People don’t like guilt. So I try not to guilt.

But you know what? Fuck that. Today I am going to guilt.

I am going to rant and make people feel like giant assholes, because you know what? We are. Myself included. We are giant assholes to this planet every single day, and one day very soon, there are going to be a number of terrifyingly tragic natural disastery events on a scale most people choose not to comprehend, and we will freaking deserve it.

I understand that it takes a certain amount of privilege for people to be able to concern themselves with stuff like informed consumerism, less waste living, going veg for the right reasons, having access to healthy foods, or even having the education and critical thinking skills that make the concerns possible. I am, to a degree, lucky to live so close to health food stores and non-chain restaurants.

I am not blogging to my demographic. It’s a niche, I get that. But it’s hard to keep all of that in perspective when something like, oh, I don’t know, finding out that people close to me don’t even take me seriously. My parents still drink out of plastic water bottles. Some of my best friends will accept plastic shopping bags, cringe, and apologize to me. Instead of just effing refusing it. When I am standing right there. When I have just attempted to gracefully refuse one. When I have offered them use of my tote. ARGSDFSD;LKFHWF HWAFHWSADHF;SAKFH;LSAKDFHSL;A

Don’t apologize to me asshole. APOLOGIZE TO THE PLANET. APOLOGIZE TO THE SEA OTTERS AND DOLPHINS AND FISHIES AND WHALES. Also go fuck yourself.

I may not be able to muster the kind of lyric intensity that the deranged sorority girl offered her sisters, and I am definitely not going to threaten to assault anyone, I know better than to put that shit in writing. In fact, I may return to my regularly scheduled and VERY uncharacteristic gentle prodding after I post this. But it’s Earth Day motherfuckers, and I am here to serve you some hard earned well-deserved realness. Fuck off with your measly tree hugging, you aren’t doing fuck-all for the tree, and I know you are going to resume wasting paper, driving unnecessarily and shoveling down bacon tomorrow. Did you have a ~*fAbUlOuS*~ time at your beach clean-up, which you followed up by dumping just as much trash, if not more, into your dumpster, to eventually make its way into landfills and back out to sea? Wake the fuck up.

Yeah, it’s Earth day, but you know what, every fucking day is Earth day. And we are all not doing enough.

*drops the mic*

Pura vida, jerks.

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Thoughts on national traumas, anxieties, and humanity in general.

15 April 2013 in Uncategorized by Erika | No comments

I’ve spent a good portion of time today scrolling through Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook looking at all of the Boston Marathon bomb updates, and a bad-good portion of time watching CBS News’ broadcast of the event. By which I mean they replayed the same initial footage over and over and I got to watch the same marathon runner mowed down by either the concussive pressure or flying shrapnel about fifty times before I turned it off.

It’s sad, and it’s hard to look away. Media circus aside, there is something absorbing about tragic events, a sense that they are grave and demand your attention, especially when they are “local.” Los Angeles is about as far away from Boston as you can get and still be in the contiguous United States, but I know people in school there, people who have family there, I follow a few people on Twitter, like Amanda Palmer, who live there. It’s a tighter connection for me than say, for the nearly 40 people killed and the hundreds injured in Iraq today, or in Afghanistan, or wherever, which I may not have even heard about amidst the furor about Boston. That’s tragic too. It’s all tragic.

What I’m getting at is a lot of people, like me, hear about stuff like this and can’t realistically DO anything about it. Heck, I felt guilty for complaining about the bag I ordered from Topshop getting send to Belize. Guilty and materialistic. I still really love that bag, and am still really envious it got to go to Belize and I didn’t, but it didn’t seem appropriate to talk about normal material things when somewhere in the world, terrible things were happening.

Then, because my brain does this despite being medicated not to, I start thinking about how EVERY MINUTE really really bad things happen all over the world. How can I ever worry about anything when BAD STUFF is going down all the time. There are some really terrible perps out there (I have been reading a lot of crime novels lately, can you tell).

Luckily I stumbled on some stuff immediately after the thought spiral began that helped me put it in perspective, so I thought I’d share.

My friend Tory shared this status by Patton Oswalt.

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Or, if you’re an old fogey who is not so into reading, there is the old standby I’m sure a lot of you have seen before, probably after Newtown. It’s been making its rounds on the interwebs today too:

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“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers—so many caring people in this world.” — Mister Rogers

 

Hope it helped. Keep wishing and praying, if you do that.

Pura vida.

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Swaggy

28 March 2013 in Uncategorized by Erika | No comments

I got a package in the mail today. It was from Amanda at DSW, and as much as I hate corporate branding, I have to give DSW props for this. They sent me the best consolation freebies I could have asked for… if I had the werewithal to ask for them.

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After I posted about the labeling mishap on the shoes I still haven’t returned (forever lazy, but when I went to the store it was closed), the DSW Facebook account commented asking me to email them. I did, and they offered me a “small goodie bag” as an apology/incentive for me to stop lambasting them on the internet.

I wasn’t sure if I should accept it, because I have trust issues when it comes to packaging, so I asked Twitter and Facebook what they thought. What I learned from that was if I ever wanted to buy the silence of my FB friends or family members it would be very easy because they are quite unscrupulous when it comes to free stuff. Bea from The Zero Waste Home pointed out something thought provoking:


So true. Did I really need the stuff? No. I didn’t even know what it was. I’d already accepted it, though, so I waited to see, promising myself I would blog it and deal with the consequences of my swag-greed.

But I got so lucky, right? Both items came packed into one large cardboard box and one smaller box to protect the ceramic mug (both of which I will reuse until they need to be recycled). I am of the opinion you can never have too many giant mugs, and the large reusable tote, while fabulously shiny and large (it’s actually darker and more metallic than you can see in the picture), is reusable and functional.

Giveaway

Since I benefited from this saga, I figure you guys should too. I already have a ton of reusable totes, so I am going to give this one away to you! All you need to do is leave a comment on this post, and I will randomly select a winner by next week. (btw, the company did not ask me to do this, in fact they don’t even know about it, but I doubt they will mind)

Comment to win this "I AM A SHOE LOVER" shopping tote on Project Pura Vida!

Pura vida!

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DSW & a veg shoe buyer’s nightmare.

9 March 2013 in Reviews by Erika | 3 comments

 

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I’m particular about my clothing & accessories — I have to be. It kills to think I’m wearing something that caused someone pain to produce (human or animal, which is why I don’t shop at Forever21 anymore), or contributed to serious environmental damage.

I try to buy second-hand (excepting undergarments and shoes). I will occasionally buy new sturdy multi-purpose/multi-season pieces like coats, or if I see something on sale and experience a moment of human weakness.

In theory, I buy new shoes if something else has worn out, or something else has got to go. So when I saw these Chloé ballet flats months ago, I fell into a doomed, passionate, unrequited love. I couldn’t have them — they were patent leather and $500. But I lusted. Oh, I lusted.

Fast forward to last week, when I was in the tail-end of my long hunt for a new school bag, the perfect satchel, and I came across these Audrey Brooke Pierre ballet flats on the DSW website. They were the perfect Chloé knockoff. I was in heaven. Even better, they were not leather. Hallelujah. I think I may have screamed a little.

 

They arrived today, and I instantly tore the box open.

Then I noticed something. They looked…like leather.

Suspiciously like leather.

 

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Because they were.

F*$@#!

So I am returning them. I left what I think is a very restrained review on the website, warning other cruelty-free seekers that this shoe is verboten.

It really is sad, because all in all, leather is a much healthier material than, say, PVC or whatever other synthetic thing leaching weird chemicals into my feet would be…if you don’t count the enormous negative environmental impact of cattle production (weird word to use for living things but it really is like factory production). It is silly to walk around wearing the skins of once-living creatures when I have alternatives, like canvas or denim or natural rubber, etc. And that is as preachy veg as I will be today.

& In case you wondered, yes, this has happened before. If I’ve already worn the shoes and can’t return them (reducing demand) I just wear them until they fall to pieces. In the case of some favorites I mean this very literally. I try to learn from each experience, but in this case, DSW just mislabeled the product. I hope they fix it soon. In the future I will try to buy things in-store to avoid the extra shipping impact and the chance of this kind of cock-up.

Shoe-love, conscientious consumerism (if there must be any), and pura vida!

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Dealing with disposables/walking the walk/on preachy bloggers

1 March 2013 in Tips & Tricks by Erika | 2 comments

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I went on a rant about preachy bloggers on Twitter last night. Naturally, I don’t think I am particularly preachy, but even though I actively try not to be commanding I bet it slips through.

The Segue

With that in mind I wanted to share how I dealt with all of the disposable waste from my Panera mishap on Tuesday. I should probably pretend I took care of this that day, but really I am just lazy and slovenly so that bag sat on my kitchen table for two days while I ignored it.

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Here is everything that was crammed in my take-out bag: three paper napkins, a plastic knife and spoon, soup cup lid, panini box, pastry sleeve, single serve butter.

First I tackled the panini box. It’s paper, and I can’t recycle it since it is soiled, but I can compost it.

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I just had to remove the plastic window. I found the recycling note on the bottom amusing in an obnoxious way.

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Next, the soup container.

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Plastic lid, probably recyclable, once washed off. But this container is the same type that hot drinks, sodas, ice cream, etc. come in.

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Once upon a time, these paper cups were lined with wax to waterproof them. These days they are invariably plastic and not recyclable. See the way the water beads on the plastic coating? The plastic is also what comes into contact with hot drinks and food. Balls.

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Next, my cookie’s pastry sleeve. These were once made entirely of recycled paper. It’s really sad they changed this. Who even cares about the window? It is relatively easy to remove, though.

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& the tally

Recyclable:

Though realistically the utensils might not even be recyclable. And the likelihood that lid is going to be remade into a lid is very low/almost nil.

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To the heap:

So, altogether, all of this can be composted, but not recycled since it’s all touched food (even the napkins).

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Destined for the landfill:

Two plastic windows, soup cup and Land O’Lakes single serving spread. (I do not even know what is in that “butter” but if anyone wants it so it doesn’t go to waste, holla):

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So there we go, accountability. It seems like a lot of waste just for one small meal, doesn’t it? If you found yourself thinking it seemed like an awful lot of trouble to go to all the time, rest easy. This was the first time in a long while I’ve had to do this, because I’ve gotten pretty good at avoiding being in the sitch. However, I am human and nobody’s perfect. I went to brunch this afternoon at Yellow Vase Cafe in Redondo Beach and they gave me my OJ in a plastic cup. Not cute, Yellow Vase.

& then I went to Starbucks.

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Ok, self-flagellation over. I am pretty disappointed in myself lately about my personal footprint. It’s almost like I’m not trying. I think that in addition to that, the world I live in has just made it really difficult to live a less-impactful life.

But that doesn’t mean I should stop trying. I hope sharing this was inspiring, or at the very least, not totally a repellent. And not preachy. If I am going to give y’all sermons, I will need you to address me as The Reverend Erika, please. (today really was nice, despite all of my wasting :])

Edit: I got this text from Jenny today. It made me really happy, but I kind of feel responsible for the plight of every Panera worker out there. Ha! Oh well, thank you Jenny for making me feel like I have any influence whatsoever. :]

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Happy Friday! Pura vida!

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Fail: When you DON’T want your food to-go.

27 February 2013 in Uncategorized by Erika | 1 comment

Plastic free tip: always emphatically repeat you want your food FOR HERE. I LOVE Panera but so much waste :[ They recently switched out their paper pastry bags to new ones with plastic windows, too.

So. Much. Fail.

Now I’ve got a bag, napkins, plastic utensils, a plastic lined paper soup cup with plastic lid, and a paper sandwich box with a plastic window to deal with. I did ask for reusable utensils to eat with, though with the hot soup in the plastic-lined container I wasn’t really doing much better.

 

I need to always always ask, even for fear of being rude. Always always. This + coffee cup from yesterday (because my thermos is being used as a water bottle because someone keeps losing our reusable stainless steel water bottles)=

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Anywway. Ugh. Pura blah blah blah.

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“Golden Boy” Theo James (Downton’s Mr. Pamuk) hates plastic.

27 February 2013 in Uncategorized by Erika | No comments

Have you seen the new CBS drama Golden Boy? The pilot aired last night and I forbade Justin from changing it out of curiosity. The cast is fantabulous, you’ve got James, your regulation hottie, the guy who played Jesus in “True Blood” as your bad cop, the detective in “Pushing Daisies” as the wise old veteran cop, and some blond chick you are sure you’ve seen before but can’t readily identify. I don’t really watch much TV (unless it’s midterm time) so the fact I’d even heard of it before it aired pushed me to investigate.

I didn’t even realize Theo James was Mr. Pamuk in Series 1 of Downton Abbey until just now, and I had already googled him earlier! Which is when I found THIS:

http://www.mnn.com/lifestyle/arts-culture/stories/actor-theo-james-plastic-makes-me-sick# Actor Theo James: 'Plastic makes me sick' | MNN - Mother Nature Network

“I try to use public transport, always. My obsession is plastic packaging. It makes me sick, all the waste. Everything about it disappoints me,” says Theo James, star of the new CBS cop drama “Golden Boy.” The set isn’t as green as he’d like. “They do try and make an effort, but there is a lot of plastic packaging and forks and paper cups.” -from the article.

I mean, seriously. I will watch this show JUST FOR THAT. Not that there is much else to go on, it’s not terribly compelling, in my opinion. He DOES have a convincing American accent like 70% of the time. So there is that.

& I’ve just realized Theo James is the second Brit I’ve posted about here (the other one was vlogger/musician Alex Day). WHAT UP, BRITAIN! The Queen’s corgis all applaud you with their stubby feets. Just..lay off the horse meat scandals & we will remain cool.

Happy pilot season & pura vida!

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How to make your own inexpensive laundry detergent.

2 February 2013 in DIY, Plastic-Free by Erika | No comments

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Laundry. Can’t live with it (smell) can’t live without it (indecent exposure charges). I hate doing laundry so so much, but that isn’t even the point of this post. Oh, and please ignore the plastic coin sleeves on my laundry quarters. Apparently after an eternity of perfectly efficient paper coin wrappers banks decided to make me look like a fraud. Like I wasn’t doing that well enough on my own with plastic everywhere and bad quality phone pictures. Anyway. Laundry.

Laundry soap is kinda expensive if you buy the nice kind that smells really good, and the bottles are deceptively insulated and smaller than they look so you go through it really fast. It’s cray. Also, with new machines needing low-suds high efficiency detergent, one must be Discerning about One’s Laundry Soap.

Luckily this solution is both inexpensive, easy and quick to make, and lasts you (~30 loads), provided you’re a two person household that acts like washing your own clothes is an act of torture. If you’ve got a big family I imagine you could double or quadruple the recipe and keep it in a box or repurposed gallon jug and not have to worry about it too often.

I’ve been using this recipe for about a year now, possibly longer, and it works well, provided you don’t hyper-overload your washer like I tend to do. Because I hate doing laundry. I mentioned that, right? If you overload your washer (I mean REALLY overload, like, try to stuff an extra load’s worth of clothes in…) the soap sometimes gets trapped and doesn’t rinse out all the way. So don’t do that. EDIT: Just to be clear I didn’t create this recipe, but I’ve unfortunately lost the bookmark from whence it came. It’s very common on teh internets and has no doubt been around much much longer than the internet. I didn’t mean to imply it was my creation, but I have no way of finding out whose it was. SO. There is that. Clarifications ‘n stuff.

YOU WILL NEED:

1 bar of castile soap (Dr. Bronner’s is the standby, and castile soap is low suds – totally usable in h.e. machines)
1 cup borax
1 cup baking soda (sodium bicarbonate)

OPTIONAL

1-2 teaspoons of your favorite essential oil to make it smell nice, as the soap scent isn’t very strong. I recommend tea tree or lavender, both also have anti-microbial properties.

Sidenote: Internet hearsay has decreed borax Fundamentally Unsafe and Quite Toxic, but like most things is really only harmful if you eat it. Which you shouldn’t. It is a mild skin irritant upon excessive and prolonged contact, however, it does get rinsed out, and I personally have not had a problem. That being said, don’t inhale it, and keep it away from your children and your pets, and if you or anyone in your household is asthmatic this is not the recipe for you.

 

INSTRUCTIONS:

Grate your bar of soap. It only takes me 3 minutes to do this, but your mileage may vary. It takes forever when Justin does it.

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Add baking soda and borax. Stir.

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Put in a jar and use 1 tablespoon per load.

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Pura vida! (and be grateful for your in-home washer, if you have one. I have to go trudge down to the laundry room and get my towels now -___-)

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Frequent Fail Offenses: Coffee edition.

31 January 2013 in Fail of the Week by Erika | No comments

Because frankly, I'm sillier.

Because frankly, I’m sillier.

 

Today was the day I finally remembered to bring my thermos with me to the campus coffee shop, which is within convenient sight of all of my classes and taunts me regularly. The first day. Finally.

I’ve been drinking coffee semi-often in the last year (once a week is semi-often for me, go ahead and laugh, junkies), which means I’ve been using disposable plastic coated paper cups…which I know leach chemicals and go straight to the landfill. But I get it anyway, because of reasons.

It doesn’t make me less tired/more awake/more focused…I mean, I clean more. So there is that. But I am trying to get better, and part of getting better is pushing through the day – and nothing reminds me more of pushing through a rough day like a nice hot cop of hot coffee, just the way my favorite coffee addict, Cortni, makes it for me (seriously though I remember not even liking brewed coffee and this girl would hand me a mug and I would be in HEAVEN. Mad skills).

Granted, the coffee I’ve been buying is mostly fair-trade organic, I shouldn’t be drinking it anyway. Not only is the caffeine terrible for you, especially when you’re me and add a butt-load of sugar to it, sometimes soymilk or even cream, but coffee production is SO NOT EVEN REMOTELY SUSTAINABLE UGHHH. I’m going to be a bad journalist/blogger/writer of any kind, worse than usual, and not link or footnote any research because I need to go to bed (read: stay up all night reading this southern ghost mystery I’m halfway through like always), but trust me when I say, coffee farming is eating up the rainforest like crazy. I’ve seen it firsthand, in Costa Rica. The US is a huge consumer of coffee, as is Europe, and NOWHERE in those two vast swathes of the planet can coffee be grown. I mean, yes, Hawaii is a state that grows coffee, but it’s not contiguous. Shipping isn’t so environmentally friendly, either.

SO, how to assuage my conscience? I mean, clearly I can easily just stop drinking coffee again. I am okay without lattes, and I shouldn’t be drinking milk or soymilk anyway (milk could be unethical/hormoned out, soymilk does stuff to your hormones; again, no evidence, just google it if you don’t believe me). I am long past the days of drinking caramel machiattos with four shots of espresso in them (age 17). I hate busy coffee shops: too loud to talk, too public to work or write. The sound of coffee grinders give me mild PTSD from previous serving hell-job. But part of living a pura vida is feeling the “pura” not the “Spanish word for restricted,” so I don’t want to take it away from myself. SO. Options.

1. Glue that damned thermos to my hand OR

2. Suture a cup-holder for it into my upper arm, kinda like those jogging sleeves for your mp3 player.

3. Buy coffee from the San Rafael Sustainable Coffee Initiative (now Thrive Farmers).* Buy human powered, non-plastic coffee grinder. Buy glass & metal french press. Violate my no-more-new-things sensibility. Drink lots of coffee and feel guilty about cost and shipping from Costa Rica.

I am not going to do 2 or 3, obvs. So remembering the thermos and just exercising a little restraint until the phase passes is the plan. I’ve only got about 3-4 months of college left, give or take, for this round anyway. That’s only like 12 more cups of coffee. Maybe 15 if you factor in finals. I just need to calm it down. Coffee makes me jittery anyway. I am already jittery enough like how am I even typing this right now seriously.

*Thrive Farmers are great people to buy coffee from. They take sustainability seriously. I met Luis Alejandro Garcia Villalobos and visited Finca Santa Marta when I was in Costa Rica in 2010. I learned that not only is coffee farming mostly ecologically unethical, but often farmers get shafted by the distributors who buy their coffee. Coffee growing is labour-intensive, y’all, and labour is expensive. Buying directly from a co-operative or farmer’s collective like Thrive Farmers is a good way to see where your money goes. And the coffee isn’t bad either ;] Here is a bad picture of me drinking probably my third cup at Finca Santa Marta in 2010:

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Anyway. Green tea is better for you. Unicorns. Cats in sweaters. Ghost mysteries. Pura vida!

p.s. Oh yeah I am totally still on Facebook and let’s be real, coffee takes my normal crazy to new levels of “What is she on and can I have some, too?”

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No-Egg Salad Sandwiches

27 January 2013 in Recipes by Erika | No comments

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The first thing I will say is that I liked egg salad sandwiches, but I like no-egg salad better.  The second thing I will say is that realistically, if you don’t put pickles in your egg salad there is probably something seriously wrong with you, and this recipe is as good as it is because of them. And I don’t even like pickles in sandwiches. This is a testament, y’all.

So what is the secret? If you’re vegan or like to make jokes about vegans I bet you’ve already guessed it…chickpeas. They’re like the divine’s gift to all delicious meat-free foods. Hummus, falafel, even cookies! (I can’t find the cookie recipe now, but if I ever rediscover how I made those you know I’ll share it, they were awesome)

The best thing about this sandwich is the combination of the chickpeas and the whole wheat bread are a complete protein (I am probably going to write more about this soon). People love protein, right? They must, because seriously it’s all I ever hear about. Balance and moderation, people – she says as she snarfs more pizza on the couch in her pajamas (pizza, cheese + bread = also a complete protein, BOOM).

Anyway.

NO-EGG SALAD

YOU WILL NEED:

~16 oz cooked chickpeas (also known as garbanzo beans) or really, just however many you want for a sandwich
pickles as desired
veganaise -  I used Vegenaise brand by Follow Your Heart. I don’t know why they chose to spell it that way, though. (you could use mayo but since it has eggs in it kinda defeats the purpose)

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Optionally you can also add the other weird crap people put in egg salad to this, but that’s work and raw celery completely overpowers everything. I keep it simple and give wannabe gourmands wicked side-eye. But do you, boo. Do you.

INSTRUCTIONS

Mash the chickpeas.

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They don’t have to be super fine but keep in mind the fact that the chunkier they are the more likely it is your sandwich is going to be crumby…..BADUMTCHSSSSS. Sorry, not sorry.

Add pickles and mayo, as desired.

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Even though Follow Your Heart (who didn’t pay me to use this but may if they like) doesn’t have questionable ingredients, like soy for example, the fact that it is mayo still makes me use it sparingly. I later went back and added more. Also more pickles. (The jar is glass, btw, but the lid is plastic and it comes with one of those useless plastic seals. SO, IDK. Not really plastic free. In the future I am going to look into a vegan mayo recipe and see if I can do that plastic-free)

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Make your sandwich. I am trusting that this doesn’t need instructions.

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Annnd sandwich. Now take a friend on a picnic and ask them how the eff they are doing.

Pura Vida!

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