Vegan Chia Breakfast Bowls 

It’s been a while, but to sum it up for you, it’s been 

Rainy

Muggy

Humid 

Grey 

And if you are a fashion blogger, you know that means pictures are out of the question. So I’ve been waiting and watching forecasts but it’s not looking good. I felt the flow of creativity slow down a bit (more like a lot) and I was a bit annoyed. 
Then I looked down at my breakfast this morning and realized how much I love making it everyday. I normally alternate between porridge and granola, but I bought some chia a few weeks ago and immediately added it to my routine, throwing it in everything possible. Here’s the most common iteration: the breakfast bowl. I leave the chia seeds to soak overnight and throw the toppings together in seconds the morning after, changing them up every time.

What to do:

Add 2 tablespoons of chia to a bowl. (I add around 2.5) 

Then add around a cup of the plant milk of your choice (I use cashew, and then add a shot of water to avoid it becoming too thick a paste).

Cover it and put it in the refrigerator overnight, or if in the early morning, you can wait around 20 minutes for it to thicken a bit, although I’d still recommend putting it in the fridge for the best results and waiting as long as possible. 

TOPPINGS – aka the best part when you actually feel like you’re making something awesome and you can raid your pantry for anything topping-like.

  1. I like to use pumpkin seeds for another bit of protein, and granola, sometimes sprinkling cinnamon over all of it.
  2. I chop fruit sometimes and place that on one side and then added unsweetened coconut yogurt on the other side to add variety to the texture of the bowl. 
  3. I’ve seen the fancy schmancy vegans on Instagram go all out and go to extreme lengths to make their bowls more visually appealing by drizzling melted cacao nibs over the entire thing, or using goji berries on one side and funky exotic fruits as well and making it symmetrical. All I have to say is, if the bowl tastes good to you, it’ll be fine. If you hate cacao nibs don’t add them. I’m pretty basic and straightforward and don’t like super sugary foods, so I won’t be going out of my way to add anything super weird like algae to my bowl (although algae is a number one in my book if it’s in kombucha). 

And now some amateur pictures of my food! Where I forced myself to wait before devouring my food to take pictures of it. Because what’s a food post without pictures??? 

Up close of chia paste- it’s like a lumpy porridge, if you were wondering. 

Today’s iteration of the bowl: {from left to right} crumbled homemade vegan banana bread, vegan cereal with granola clusters, and pumpkin seeds. Also featuring my Doctor Who mug and Fuji Apple.

A chopped Fuji Apple and maple cereal.


Pineapple, the same maple cereal, and coconut yogurt. 

I hope this served as some inspiration for vegans and non vegans alike:) it’s never a bad thing to incorporate something like chia once or twice into your breakfast routine, especially once you realize the benefits of eating chia(calcium, protein, fiber…etc) and the ease of just tossing stuff into a bowl. I personally consider it the leftover bowl, where I add all of the stuff I didn’t use from another day. 

Spontaneous Photo-Ops ft. Mom

Walking around the University of Houston campus earlier yesterday and my Dad was cool enough to snap a photo of my outfit when I said that I liked what I was wearing out loud. 


I ditched the cross body and denim jacket for my beloved tote bag. 

Later the same day, my mom and I were walking around the Town and Country area and she did the exact same thing. 
*My mom and I walking*

Mom: We should take a picture of us, we look good today!

Me: *smiles widely and eyes widen*

Me: OKAY!!!!

Still Me: *skips behind Mom like a troll whilst fist-pumping*

I realized that if my style were a pie chart, a solid 70% could be attributed to my mom’s style, and the other 30% is just a mishmash of music, pop culture, and literary influence. Behold Exhibit A- our tendency to pick one color and wear mainly that. My mom loves dark colors. She always wears earrings, and pointy toed shoes, and cropped tapered pants. I do the same, but I don’t blow dry and style my hair religiously like her (actually I don’t at all), and I’ll wear white, light blue, or the darkest colors possible. I found this realization incredibly interesting, from our dedication to earrings to our obsession with keeping our ankles exposed.

Now I just wish we had been this spontaneous on Mother’s Day, when this cameo and post would have been more relevant. 

Xoxo

Ps. Yes, the photo quality is crap. I forgot my camera, so my iPhone had to do- I wasn’t about to turn down a picture with my mom.

Under the Arch To Follow my Mother.

So yesterday was Mother’s day. I woke up and made my mother brunch with my sister, and we actually made some pretty delicious stuff, including a fruit and yogurt parfait using coconut milk (#teamvegan), and a sweet potato hash that used maple syrup and almond milk (pulls out pom poms and cheers for veganism) and an apple for me! I also made a huge frittata for everyone else in my house – I did not have that, obviously – and some Brazilian Pao de Queijo (I opted out again), and a zucchini bread muffin that I literally went to the grocery store for exclusively. Everyone else was stuffed by the frittata I made, so I actually ended up taking the sweet potato hash from my brother and mom (MWAH HA HA that was actually my suspicion).

         The final product pre-foodfest

My mom’s plate, with my freestyles frittata and maple sweet potato hash and our cards


My parfait and apple…

We went to Agora later, where I found out they sell Sinful Bakery’s vegan cookies and now regret not getting one, and where I got the saddest chamomile tea that tasted more like a foot and what I imagine a poisonous mushroom in SuperMario tastes like than a sweet and soothing herb, and we ended up getting some crepes later, at Sweet Paris (strongly recommend if you’re in the H-town area). I ate mine too fast to save a picture, but it was the vegan crepe!


My subpar tea

We stopped at Rice University, where I found a glorious archway that had so much depth that I couldn’t handle it, and my sister kindly took these pictures. Maybe its the amateur photographer in me, but look at that archway and it’s shadows! Look at it! Architecture man.

I’d also like to note that while I hate the color pink, my sister gave me this scarf and the pattern has grown on me. So while the color is questionable in my book, the pattern itself is really nice. Also, in some lighting – in very very generous lighting- I look somewhat tanner, which is nice.

 

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my face, 90% of the time, and most likely more than that.
Wearing:

Top/ H&M … Scarf/Gift… Shorts/Gap… Belt/AE… Sandals/Nine West

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Whenever they tell me to “smile softly,” I kind of laugh at those comments and end up half smirking. Exhibit A.  
Also, don’t be fooled into thinking that the title of this post requires some deep level of literary/cinematic/Spongebob knowledge. I literally walked under this arch following my mom, taking creepy stalker style photos as our family walked around Rice campus.

Which isn’t to take away from the bigger picture of the day. My mother is a fabulous, stylish, classy lady with a good sense of humor and a signature hairstyle who never has a hair out of place or a doubt in herself. I spared her a cameo today because like I said before, my pictures were seriously creepy. As in, she’s walking and I snapped a photo that I accidentally zoomed too much on, so it’s a photo of her hair alongside a tree branch.

Brace yourselves. More style posts are coming.

1 down, 3 to go

I decided to write down my thoughts every day of my last week of my freshman year of college, just so I could look at it now and laugh at what exams, anxiety, and lack of sleep did to my brain.

Monday, May the second:

I want sleep. I’m not hungry, but it would screw up my metabolism if I didn’t, right? Hmm. I also have money on my ID card that will go to waste…time to buy Starbucks and plant based snacks and biodegradable deodorant! Wait. I have a final coming up soon, right? Hmm. Study…or watch people get ready for the Met gala? How many people actually get invited? What did they do to get invited? What am I doing with my life- I should be doing something Met gala worthy. Why can’t I SLEEP?! (I believe this last sentence was when I checked in around midnight after long restlessly for two hours- I get anxiety at night, and it’s worse if I can’t sleep).

I’m assuming I fell asleep, because the last sentence was a jumble of letters that I suspect were the result of my phone hitting my face.

Tuesday, May third:

Whoa! Last day of classes! I think I’ll miss my French and English classes the most. I liked sitting in the front of the class. It just occurred to me that I never looked at who sat behind me in my classes, so I’m only acquainted with the people who say in my row. Note to self: stop listening to One Dance by Drake before you make yourself hate it. Maybe I should actually go to the vegan place everyone keeps mentioning. *goes to only vegan friendly cafe in town* OH MY GOODNESS they have wheatgrass! They have agave!? They have acaí?! They put Colombian chocolate and cacao in their smoothies!? *Samples six smoothies* *decides to get food instead because they have kale wraps* Vegan food is good. Food is good. Food. Food. Note to self: learn to contain yourself when you see vegan safe places. Hold up – they have composted utensils and cups *squeals*. Reread latest note to self. Thirty minutes writing a final assignment= nothing left to do until Friday, aside from hand delivering my final assignment and eight page analysis over a book. Life is good. It’s the little things. Like smoothies. Like white bean kale wraps. <- rereading latest note to self again. Speaking of little things, I made the best decision of my life and instead of immediately folding my laundry, I’m lying in it while it’s burning. I’m so happy I have a high pain/heat tolerance. I mean, I’m red all over but it’s worth it, since I’m always cold. *lies in silence for twenty minutes fluffing laundry around self like an awkward pigeon* I found an unused nose strip in intact packaging. Hmm. A girl should always pamper herself.

Thirty minutes later: OW (it meant it when it said twenty minutes max)

Late night thoughts: I should really start packing my stuff to move out. I should get out of this now cold pile of laundry.

Wednesday, May the fourth:

Typing. Typing. Essay. Ooh! Starbucks! Packing….I hate packing. Nah. YouTube it is. Jon Snow is actually alive(?(!!!!!)?). Let’s watch the clip again. His gasp scares me every time. *Watches Jon Snow come back to life ten times*. I stared at the ceiling today. I mentally planned how much I had to fit in a two by three by one suitcase. Not much. How on earth have I accumulated so much? Time to look up how to tidy up. Google says I need to become a minimalist or I’ll get overwhelmed by material possessions and fall into a downward spiral of consumerism and emptiness. Je me sens vide. Ça ne m’étonne pas plus. (Quote from French Vogue, in February, translated: I feel empty. That does not surprise me anymore.) Maybe when I get home I can become a minimalist. Wait- can fashion pundits become minimalists? Are we the fashion obsessed condemned to fall with the sinking ship because of technology and fashion burn-out???!!!! Am I still freaking out because Alexander Wang is out of Balenciaga seven months later??!

You better believe I fell asleep pondering this. No continuous train of thought; just thoughts floating through my head. I dreamed of being at a board meeting of my college professors failing me for unknown reasons.

Thursday, May fifth:

My final assignment is done. I can go turn it in. Can I go home now? Clouds part, and it occurs to me that I still have not studied for my french final that’s tomorrow at 8 am. Thanks conscience, for appearing now. Let’s study for now. Two hours staring at french words in a cold room. Oh look. My roommate is singing. No studying today. *Leaves apartment for a colder albeit quieter place*. I hate packing stuff. When my sister moved out after freshman year she hardly packed. Guess I’ll pack everything. Oh crap. I have to eat all of my veggies so none go bad. *Eats two cups of sugar snap peas and twelve cherry tomatoes and two glasses of cashew milk and two servings of almonds and a stalk of celery. I’m going home tomorrow I’m going home tomorrow home is nice home is great home home home HOMMMMMMME. (Fell asleep here)

Friday, May sixth:

HOMMMMMMMME (Continuity). Bye French – see you soon – sincerely, NOT fluent. <– I just came back to say that this must have made sense to me when I wrote it, but now its so random that I left it there and didn’t edit it out, because it is too funny.

I don’t think to tell Dad to bring  a second car to help me move home again. The car is so stuffed, I swear Dad cannot see in his rear view mirror.

One car ride later= SO MUCH UNPACKING I feel claustrophobic. Is it normal to get anxiety from having much more than you need? Is it normal to be disgusted by belongings and to purge yourself of items out of immense guilt of hoarding items that aren’t even eco-friendly? I should get that New York Times bestseller that says that I should tidy up more. No, then that counts as consumption, and I have no space for another book. Ugh.

Lying down later- Whoa. I’m done with my first year of college. Holy asidfjaklsdnfhdfjsfihringr. Sleep sounds nice. WAIT did I leave my contacts in my apartment before I  checked out of there and surrendered my key?! *falls asleep*

P.S. I didn’t leave my contacts behind.

Moral of the story- get sleep, or you won’t remember to write with tenses and you won’t suffer delusions of grandeur that specifically make you think you’re William Faulkner and write in a stream of consciousness. Yay, my first year is over! Here is my documentation of my outfit on Wednesday, trying to figure out what to pack and when, and trying to stay calm as my roommates pile their stuff everywhere.

 

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Actually got nauseous during the last days out of anxiety, saw myself in my roommate’s mirror, and realized that I dressed decently- for once.