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Tasty Tuesday 2/7/17

Hello and welcome to Tasty Tuesday, where we share our latest vegan dishes and experiments. This week for you viewing pleasure we have Vegan Chinese Food, ingredients including:

  • Red Onions
  • Broccoli
  • Water Chestnuts
  • Red Pepper
  • Green Pepper
  • Bok Choy
  • Carrots
  • Snow Peas
  • Vegetable Broth
  • Mahatma Rice
  • Mongolian Sauce
  • Cauliflower
  • Sea Salt Pepper Medly Grinder

It’s a simple and easy stir-fry, but if you’re new to cooking and need some guidance leave a comment and we’ll post the step-by-step instructions and walk you through it!

*All Ingredients are either NON GMO or Organic

“Baltimore Rapper Lor Scoota Killed”

One of Baltimore’s own rappers Lor Scoota was shot and killed this past Friday at an intersection after he left a charity basketball event at Morgan State University. People die so often around us that it has desensitized us, numbed us to the loss of life. There are countless people like Lor Scoota, robbed and deprived of their potential and their opportunity to contribute to our society. Remember to cherish the ones you hold dear and try to encourage and inspire the people around you. We are all just humans trying to live and thrive on this planet we call Earth.

Here is Lor Scoota’s most popular song. Also check out his music on Soundcloud.

Mountain

“It’s lovely, the transformation, you have made!” He yelled at her, smiling. A few years ago she could barely stay vertical on snow and ice, and here she was keeping up with the best of them, albeit on two poles, but here she was nevertheless. They were cruising over to a snow path that was marked DANGER:DO NOT ENTER. It was suppose to open out to an advanced slope that would lead them to the bottom of the mountain. Two snowboarders in their group worked here and said it was relatively safe, that the resort was just super cautious and born on eggshells.

They passed the sign and immediately the incline changed. A few of them let out whoops as each picked up speed and someone yelled, “Turn your cam’s on, boys!” A dozen of them spread out, ready to take what the trail was ready to dish. Remember to breathe and stay calm, her inner voice said. Trust your instincts. They soared down the mountain as if wings were attached to them, jumping and dodging, their laughter spurring each other on.

As they rode down the path her mind drifted back to her childhood when they use to go snow-tubing. At the end of the path off to the side they had a large field filled with mounds of snow where snow forts and snow sculptures were built, and where snow ball fights often took place. That same playful feeling that filled her then filled her now and she smiled, letting out a joyous laugh.

The slope declined and there was a little leveled out part they decided to stop and rest on. They huddled in a circle, out of breathe and laughing, adrenaline still  pumping; there was plenty of mountain left for them to enjoy. To ski down an incline like this, to feel this, this rush, this electricity, oh man she just couldn’t wrap her head around it, couldn’t even form how she felt in to words.

She was admiring the sky when something she saw over she shoulder caught her attention. She turned fully and watched in horror as the mountain transformed. Where there had been smooth snow was now rolling white balls of anger with one reason, one purpose: to conquer. The snow they had glided on and passed must have seen their booming laughter as mockery, as disrespect, as if she could read the DANGER:DO NOT ENTER sign and was punishing them for passing it, or maybe she just felt like coming for them.

The whooshing sound of the snow eagerly rolling towards them filled her ears, muffling the yells and screams of the of the members of their group. All of them turned to run, including her, even  though she knew they couldn’t outrun it, maybe if they had also been made of snow.

How embarrassing, she thought as they sped down the hill, that my drastic improvement boosted my ego when I should have aired on the side of caution, just like the resort.

Photo found on Pixabay.

It was so cold that my breath fogged up the glass. I locked my door, just out of habit, and kept my eyes focused outside. Trees whisked by, as if running in the opposite direction as they were heading.

“How much longer till we get there?” I asked, tired of being in the car. After awhile there is no position nor any amount of shifting that will cure your discomfort. It becomes unbearable.

“Not that much longer, dear,” my mother said, giggling. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

A light rain began to patter the car, streaks of water  obstructing my view of the beautiful green landscape outside. In the front seat my mother was shuffling about, distracting my father.

“What in heavens name are you doing?” He asked her, a smirk on his face.

“Nothing goes better with rain than classical music!” She laughed playfully. Finally she found a CD case with what she was looking for and popped one in. It started to play and her and my dad smiled at each other. He reached over for her hand and held it to his mouth, kissing it. It was a beautiful moment. I was happy for my parents.

Until my heart was in my throat, that is. In front of us lay dozens of enormous fallen rocks blocking the road. There were a couple of cars ahead stopped a little bit away from where the rocks lay.

“Oh wow,” he said, quickly hitting the brakes to slow down.

Except we didn’t. The car kept going. He pumped them, but nothing happened.

“What the-?” He said. I could hear the panic in his voice. My mother turned to him, panic evident in her eyes, their beautiful moment shattered by this impending disaster. He pulled the emergency brake the the tires locked, screeching.

The car hit some black ice and started spinning. The force of the spin pinned me to the car, like an insect to a bumper. We got closer and closer to the cars and rocks, closer and closer to being smashed.

We collided with a car and the rock wall. My suitcase came from the other side of the car and landed on me. I heard a distinctive snap and wondered if something had broken on me or the case.

I could hear shouts outside of the car. A few seconds later, someone was at my door.They spoke to me, but my brain didn’t register. I was in shock.

In the front, my parents were still. The windshield’s glass had shattered as well as my mother’s window. My father seemed fine but she had cuts and scrapes all on her. Some people, the ones from the other cars, I assumed, opened our doors. They checked us out, making sure we were okay.

A series of loud CRACKs  whipped through the air and everyone froze in place. We looked up in horror to see more rocks falling down.