Success! I finally made a vegan cookie that I think actually tastes pretty good! Plus, besides being vegan these cookies use no refined sugar and are whole grain.
After doing a little online recipe hunting and realizing I was always lacking some ingredient, I ditched that idea and just tweaked an old family recipe (actually called Grandma V___’s Peanut Butter Cookies) and came up with these: 
Audrey’s Peanut Butter Cookies
Ingredients
Cream together:
- 1/4 cup refined (non-hydrogenated) coconut oil
- 1 cup sucanat
- 1/2 cup natural peanut butter (I used chunky)
- egg replacer equivalent to 1 egg (I used ENER-G brand)
- 2-3 T. vanilla extract (depending on how strong it is)
- 1/8 cup (2 T.) agave nectar
Sift (or stir) in:
- 1¼ cup whole grain spelt flour (measure carefully—spoon into cup and level off with knife)
- 2 tsp. baking soda
Form into 1-inch balls and place 2 inches apart on a cookie sheet. Flatten by crisscrossing with the tines of a fork.
Bake in a 375 (F) degree of for 8-10 minutes (be careful not to over-bake). Cool for 1 minute before removing from cookie sheet. Makes about 32 small cookies.
Of course I tried to balance everything out with…
Blended GREEN soup. (I was eating this and my 12-year-old brother came up and said “No, no. I won’t even ask.” I guess he thinks it looks gross? Hehe.)
Mexican spaghetti, and 
Veggies and dulse, among other things. Yum-my!
And, just because I like them, here are some more Narnia winter pictures.
Does your family ever make fun of our act weirded out by what you’re eating? What’s the strangest reaction you’ve ever gotten? Do they like trying new things right along with you? What things have you made that they like?
My family is pretty much comprised of gung-ho meat-eaters (think hunters), so my decision to not eat meat, dairy, etc. is seen as pretty radical and crazy in their eyes. But although they may give my plate strange looks or occasionally attempt to cajole me into eating some “beef”, for the most part they just accept the way I eat as “me”. I have to admit, though, some of their reactions can be quite funny sometimes: “You eat seaweed?!” And if I make something: “What’s this have in it? Is it normal?” Or as my 10-year-old brother asked yesterday: “Did you put anything healthy like poppyseeds [I’m assuming he meant chia or flax seeds?] or kale in this?” It’s a muffin, Michael. Of course I didn’t put kale in it…but now that I think of it, that’s not a bad idea… Hehe. Sometimes it’s rather amusing to observe their reactions! (And, don’t tell anyone, but sometimes I secretly enjoy weirding them out a little!)
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"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin." –William Shakespeare
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3 comments:
I actually can't deal with the inquisition from my family. Mainly because it is usually criticism, followed by a direct (negative) verbal statement about my mental state of being, or physical, and that is never appreciated...
I think recently though they've been more open, ever since my Dad was diagnosed with diabetes. I think that was a key event that really hit home with my parents in making them see that proper nutrition and living a healthy active lifestyle is KEY to good health. I've also learned a lot about "weird" foods along the way (I started eating completely different from my family at 13!) and like to think that I've educated my parents somewhat and opened their eyes to things like...getting them to eat at a raw vegan restaurant in Montreal! And they loved it!
P.S. YOU MUST have known that I was looking at my bag of trail mix peanuts this afternoon (yes, I pick them out and eat them last. Weird habit.) and thinking "boy, I should really turn these into PEANUT COOKIES." Genius!
That Mexican spaghetti looks right up my alley. Thanks for sharing.
I can definitely relate to the verbal criticism. Some of my family members react in much the same way. In fact, I wrote about one such instance here: http://justaudreyblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/food-battles.html
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